| There's no hope for you. Nobody cares but me - and to you, I'm a nobody Except when you want something. So why can't you realize your faluts? We're older now, and I'm tired: Tired of being your "mommy", tired of caring. Grow up, take care of yourself Or end up being useless in many eyes. My wings are worn thin with their endless usage Serving as your shelter, safe haven; Less food in my home, smoke-stenched blankets - All signs that you've come and gone. Emotions work overtime when you disturb my peace. Shoulders tense, eyes wary with stipulations - And I don't know what to say. Yet, when do I ever? I weep when I think of the potential Then sigh when I hear of the failure. What's the use in bothering? You'll always call on Saturdays. - Jacqueline Audrey |