Mommy And Daddy Problems Poem by James McLain

Jurors mishandle the facks why can't we?
Does it hurt when you hear others laugh,
or do you think they are laughing at you?
Growing the pain deep inside.
On your mind grows a hurt you can't hide.
What will happen to you if you talk?
This crime to each other goes every long day undescribed.
People who go to school to learn how to think,
then come back to the home to red ink.
Remembered control over they to you is the plan.
If you cannot speak they to you your mind they have gained.
Unable to speak few children can think.
Mom or dad a teacher that knew most don't have.
Detached from emotion this is the place where you hide.
Each to a room none can find.