You feel unheard,
This much is clear,
Screaming into the child’s ear.
It’s something you’ll later deny
When you learn you scared her
And made her cry.

You cried, too.
Boo hoo hoo hoo.
It isn’t Christmas
Without a meltdown or two.
And always from you,
Always keeping the score
It’s funny how everyone else has more.

Yes, we can hear you,
So loud it’s obscene.
Pour some wine, smoke some ****.
It will make you less mean.