My life has been ripped apart and you really don't want to know how it feels.
My daughter-in-law won't let me see my grandson because I'm mentally ill.
My son died last year and that's bad enough.
What I have been through has been so rough.
My daughter-in-law calls me a psycho, she thinks I'll kill.
She believes that I'm dangerous because I'm mentally ill.
The majority of the mentally ill are harmless but that's something she refuses to see.
She should know by now that I'm harmless but she discriminates, she really hates me.
I'm going to sue to be able to see my grandson but I'm scared that I won't win.
It scares the Hell out of me because I may never see my only grandchild again.
My daughter-in-law tells people that I'm insane but it's a disgusting lie.
I may not be able to see my grandson but I'm sure as Hell going to try.
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Author:
randyjohnson71 (
Online) - Published: August 8th, 2025 11:21
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Comments2
the main thing is to try and keep all paperwork so that even if you fail you have evidence that you tried
Well written with rhyme this poem exposes a sad reality that those with emotional problems are discriminated against. A good write
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