You didn’t notice Because You didn’t know us. You were above us Because You didn’t love us. You found us boring So you were ignoring As we suffered neglect But yet You demanded respect. That we couldn’t detect The love you didn’t reflect Because To you we were pains All the proof that remained When no profit was gained Yet you moan about paying Because We're all still staying Here around the family Where there are no homilies That save you from indignities From being constantly haunted By children you never wanted.
(If you are having trouble feeling sorry for any parent who feels like this about their children, join the club. I have the same trouble.)