Nightmares and Imbetweens

A busted boys heart Beaten black and blue His bloody hands pray for help A cowering child Shaking by the door Lowers his head and wonders if anyone can help A woman in fear She knows her husband will be home She speaks to the wall that broke her face if anyone will hear her cries for help “Homo” they say They want you to hear Don't feel your pain They are oh so full of cheer They will think you're funny The coolest guy around All the girls would want you All hands down Mommy his blue eyes plead I won't do it again But you see She doesn't care It's not you it's me Raise that hand again You will feel relieved That child loves you Set him free She stands with her head held high Hands deep in suds with her face prettied up She thinks he will be pleased He stumbles through the door screaming “What the hell are these?!” He refers to the flowers in the vase by the door “Your son picked those for me It's mother's day you know” “Your no mother you're a whore” Do you think this is okay? You're all making mistakes People should love people not mean harm in any way Everyone is different All in their own special way You may like men or women or both and it's okay! You're a sweet young boy Your mother does love you she just can't show it in the right way The spouse who brings home hate doesn't mean the pain He may throw you into walls and bash your face But it's not your fault, I swear it's true The people who bring sorrow need help not you