Pretty little baby why do you always cry,
every time you cower and refuse to comply?
Is there something that you are scared of?
Do you not want to or want from us love?
Tissue your tears and stand up with strength,
let the simple stuff be unnoticed in length.
Speak freely and tell us the why,
stop refusing and stop with the cry.
Let us move past this refusal of yours,
let this be the last for no reason tears pour.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 6th, 2025 16:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes kids are a headache.
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Comments1
Tears often a manipulation can be annoying. It makes it difficult to tell the difference from legitimate and manipulative. Sometimes kids can be demanding. Lovely
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