You look at me with hateful eyes.
You look at me snide derision
You look at me with your mind made up
Not wanting or trying to understand my position.
I am sorry you are suffering upheavals in your life
I am sorry that you too have to comprehend the pain of a child
I am sorry that your perfection is disrupted
I am sorry that my son may be the cause of your life, interrupted.
I will never apologise wholly for the behaviour of my son
I will never say sorry for the things he may have done
Some inexplicable in balance surfaces as rage
Pain and frustration he suffers every day
He is not in control of the things that he does
He expressing them is to cause my bruises and blood.
As mother to mother I understand your fear
Understand the pain and anguish with every tear
So as you look at me with those judging, pained eyes
I implore that we share what we know and work side by side
Every day I shed tears for my son but I, will never blame anyone for what he has become.
Amaranth
Jan 17th 2012
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