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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #944103  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Unhappy Child
Now a paranoid schizaphrenic & very dangerous. My thoughts when my foster daughter was 9
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A child is innocent or so I've been told,
But malevolence lurks behind her gaze
And unbelievably at only nine years old
Such evil intent, remorseless cruelty,
Ability to disrupt, frightening tactics employ,
A beautiful child without love or feeling,
Bad deeds seem to give her much joy.
She appears intent upon self destruction,
Her days are made at others' expense
Regardless of causing worry and pain;
Is really so bright it doesn't make sense.
She hits where it hurts, the people who care,
You can not get near her and she will reject
Any approach to her heart.

Causes more havoc, does things for effect,
After you've tried it gets even worse,
Frustration seeps in and you know she's won
What can you do? How helpless you feel.
This daughter whose misery blots out the sun
Who needs something that you can't give
You can't take away the hurts and fears
With which she has had to contend.
Can't put back the clock, cancel the years
Make people care who never have.
The awful truth is there is no cure
For she needs to belong to her own family
Know she is wanted and really sure
Of her own identity, not resentful of life.

So she gets back at all who stand in her way,
Who prevent her, she thinks, from living
A life that is always happy and gay,
A daily dream that she believes could be true.
You feel love and hate strongly toward her
Protective but angry all at the same time.
Compassion! You wish you could give her
Everything she needs to make her heal.
Oh darling girl, why can't you want to be mine?
To belong and share our good times and bad,
Enjoy what is, laugh with eyes ashine
Give and receive love easily.
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