It hurts
To see you hurting
To know that so much is left
To hurt you.
It hurts to see
How you cringe when I yell
And know you will face far worse,
Will you cringe then?
I wonder
What you will do
When you get yourself in trouble
Again, how will you get out
When trouble gets you again?
What can I do but be cruel
When you see little enough kindness
When you must know what it is to be hurt
Or you will be hurt to much to live?
I worry that you aren't
Ready for what you will face
Will never be ready
For what you must face
I think that it is too much
Responsibility for just a child
Then you go and prove to me
That you aren't a child, were you ever?
