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?