Carefully I speak, then silenced in trance of fear,
That you will not be mad if I let out an idea
Nobody here ever seems to want to hear?
Your older and have the money, so but of course,

You fix our food,
Clean the house,
Make the beds,
**** the mouse.

When I want to let my "evil ideas" out,
And tell you what worries me, I must be lost.
So is your world all anyone cares about?
When your "chosen" mess up, I pay the cost?

You do the dishes,
Clean the stove,
Feed the Baby,
Carry the load.

So who ever needed me anyway?
All I do is take up verbal space.
The "world" now "knows that I'm nuts,"
The "wolf" must be me in any case...