Now a paranoid schizaphrenic & very dangerous. My thoughts when my foster daughter was 9 |
A child is innocent or so I've been told, But malevolence lurks behind her gaze And unbelievably at only nine years old Such evil intent, remorseless cruelty, Ability to disrupt, frightening tactics employ, A beautiful child without love or feeling, Bad deeds seem to give her much joy. She appears intent upon self destruction, Her days are made at others' expense Regardless of causing worry and pain; Is really so bright it doesn't make sense. She hits where it hurts, the people who care, You can not get near her and she will reject Any approach to her heart. Causes more havoc, does things for effect, After you've tried it gets even worse, Frustration seeps in and you know she's won What can you do? How helpless you feel. This daughter whose misery blots out the sun Who needs something that you can't give You can't take away the hurts and fears With which she has had to contend. Can't put back the clock, cancel the years Make people care who never have. The awful truth is there is no cure For she needs to belong to her own family Know she is wanted and really sure Of her own identity, not resentful of life. So she gets back at all who stand in her way, Who prevent her, she thinks, from living A life that is always happy and gay, A daily dream that she believes could be true. You feel love and hate strongly toward her Protective but angry all at the same time. Compassion! You wish you could give her Everything she needs to make her heal. Oh darling girl, why can't you want to be mine? To belong and share our good times and bad, Enjoy what is, laugh with eyes ashine Give and receive love easily. |