They bring you into this life.
Teach you how to walk,
How to talk.
They feed you,
And love you.
But the older you get,
The more they regret.
They try to control you,
Treat you like your five.
Its a constant battle.
They hear an attitude,
When theres none.
See what they want to see,
Even if its not there.
And they wonder why we hate them
Because they tell us they love us.
But we all know its not true.
I was looking on my FB page at a group I'm in about my cousin who died almost three years ago while she was pregnant. Today it kinda hit me that even though she wasn't my closest of cousins and we didn't hang out much I still miss her. Not only for the fact that she wasn't the only loss to our family. I also miss her because I see her son being treated so evilly by his stepmom and sometimes I don't know how I keep a civil tongue and civil actions with her. Miss you cuz and mini cuz with all my heart. ;n; http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=74S7EMUAKFs#t=0s