Why
Why do they always treat me so bad,
when all I do is care.
I beg and plead "just please be good"
but still I get nowhere.
Why when I talk they just carry on,
as if I am not even there.
I swear I always do my best,
it really is so unfair.
Why when I give them all I have,
they still want to break my heart.
I love them more then life itself,
but their tearing me apart.
Why did I think I was a good mum to them,
learing them everything thats right.
I say "I love you" every day,
but still all we do is fight.
Why am I blaming my wonderful kids,
it's not their fault it is mine.
I need to be a happier mum,
then I know that all will be fine.
Copyright © Angela Wilson | Year Posted 2006
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