Whats Going On

Whats going on

I feel like a ticking time bomd

A smoking gun

My soul feels slump

I'm down in the dumps

Being draged through the mud

Would like a hud

Not here for me you see

It's cuz I'm a mom

I can'tlet them see me do myself harm

That would not be a beautiful charm dangling in their memories

Author's Notes/Comments: 

come on ladies lets think of our children. my mom hung in there til the bitter end.

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