There has been more stress and strife
Than happiness my entire life
Growing up I watched in fear
My father's violence when drinking beer
I thought my life would soon vary
When my high school love I did marry
Sadly, he was a cheat
After four years I admitted defeat
Another attempt with a new man
I soon found out I was no fan
Now alone with four children in tow
I finished college hoping to end my woe
Finally, I found the answer
But all to soon he was taken by cancer
During this time I tried a career
But torture and abuse was all that was here
Finally, I found a job to love
But the company ended – Why? I asked God above
One daughter got pregnant, one a victim of rape
Both children when they met their fates
I supported them the best I could
But they don't appreciate that as they should
After the loss of my darling mate
Losing my home became my fate
I found an apartment that I liked a lot
But hurricanes hit when the weather got hot
Two thefts, evacuation, and a destroyed home
To another state I had to roam
A roach infested broken down slum
Be grateful a roof you have, said some
When my old apartment was finally done
Back to my home I did run
Still no happiness was mine
My mother wasn't happy with her new home, I would find
For two long years she did nothing but grieve
Wanting to move, she'd drive me crazy, I'd believe
Finally, we were able to find her a place
Now getting her moved is a marathon race
She has scrubbed the new place completely twice
And still she says that it isn't right
Nothing was wrong with it at all
But she says it's filthy, with all her gaul
Now she has to be moved in two short weeks
And she still isn't done packing – but I'm to be meek
She says that she has absolutely no help
But when I try, all she does is yelp
I hauled seventy – one boxes myself in one day
Two truckloads a couple days before all the way
My anti – depressants are doing no good
And now I don't have the help that I should
I'm catching hell from everyone on both ends
When is my poor mind to mend?
She says she wants to finish with this
But I make a plan and then she pitches a fit
I have no idea what to do all day long
Any way that I turn I am wrong
I'm tired, I'm hurting, I'm needing a break
I don't know how much more my mind and body can take
My only outlet is my writing, true
Without this I don't know what I'd do
Now I can't even see my little granddaughter
I'm “punished” because of my sociopathic daughter
There is way too much going on around here
My mind is going to snap, that's my fear
If that happens, then what will I do?
I won't be able to write, that is true
My only outlet will be taken from me
When that happens, then they all will see
They will be sorry – it will be too late
But they must realize they chose their own fate
