And I want to do is scream
For no matter how hard I try
All my efforts end up in the gutter
And I’m only given is a bandaid to fix it
The behaviour of my son and I SCREAM we need help
But it keeps getting misconstrued and misunderstood
I keep getting made to feel like a failure
Despite every effort on my end to dig us out of a hole society shoved us into
When misconceptions and perceptions still lead the way
When the world see black and white but we’re drowning in gray
When ‘But Why…?’ leads the charge
When an explanation is needed for the other sides behavior
When you’re the one being looked at like you’re the one who did something wrong
When all I did was point out the problem and the person who caused it
And as I sit here, on Christmas Eve, trying to figure out how my kid still gets a Christmas
Even when we have individuals trying to help us
But it keeps falling flat because of the unique situation we’ve been put in…
…and I sit in the dark trying desperately to make it work!
Island of Misfit Mamas 