\'But you\'re always so happy\'
they say,
confused eyes dancing over my frame
hands grabbing, reaching, touching.
wishing to be of some use
\'I\'m fine.\' I say, forcing that smile, willing my eyes to turn all bright.
Hoping, wishing, that they will see that and stop
grabbing, reaching, touching.
Yells, SCREAMS echo through the house.
WHY CANT YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT
YOU\'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH
they echo through my mind and ring true, true, true, every time I hear them.
so true
i hear them
e v e r y w h e r e.
then she cries
and asks for a hug
grabbing and reaching and touching.