Confused - Poem by Pam Fraser
Its hard now to find inspiration, and pass it on to him
He feels like shit, and so do I.
In my head and in my heart I feel them aching
knowing he is not faking.
He can’t be taking anymore shit
from you or anyone else for that matter.
I see him cry with frustration,
and showing the signs of stress.
As, his mother I want to clear up his ugly mess, and
What he is going through
I am really not sure what to do,
Or what is he trying to tell me.
No one is on either one of our sides
I see his inner sides ripping slowly apart.
Please have a heart.
Give a helping hand.
Is it something I cant within stand.
When I see my child is so special,
it seems that most don’t understand.
Because you don’t hear his pleas
You tell me he is doing fine, but I see him
act different when he is around me.
Why does this happen? What is he trying to tell me?
I cant let it be.
I am so confused
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