Another Problem

Amandaline lays on the old, beaten up couch.

Moaning to herself.

Sometimes she bawls, babbling about the pain.

I feel like my body’s breaking She whimpered.

There’s nothing we can do.

I feel so useless

But when I try to help things don’t work.

Burning dinner.

Actin’ too rough with Eli

Disturbing Amandaline

Daddy’s outside.

Minding his own business

 He doesn’t hear mom’s comments

or rather ignores ‘em.

Momma’s doing everything

Talking gently to sissy

Slamming dishes in the kitchen painfully

Telling Nathan off

Givin’ me the cold shoulder

I don’t want to be another problem.

But after another day,

I can’t take this anymore.

When I talk, I say to much.

When I try to lounge in the chair, I’m lazy.

I never get anything right.

The tears are always there.

They can’t just go away.

I want to let them loose.

But I’m afraid

I’ll become another problem.

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