Id like to say a thousand things
But I know to well what trouble brings
My heart is heavy sorrow clings
You cannot fly with broken wings

For my son no way to measure  love
No breadth or length or height above
Its controlling I dislike and I've grown sick of
Destroying trust,closeness and things thereof

Time spent between anxiety and elation
Permanently tied to anger of their creation
destroy my life to cause frustration
But you have no chance of my retaliation