When I weak
As I am now
You're going to make me cry somehow
When you see it fit to call me an ass
For mistakes from long ago that pass
Along the strings of Facebook lines
There is a place and time to whine
Not Mother's Day
You foolish mom
Don't let someone come
Put you on
The road to tears
When it's been shine
This day O Poet
Don't you whine
You just go on
Face the sun
Let them have their own thought
Then be done
With selfish minds
That want it all
Leaving you to sit and bawl
You dry those tears
You gain some strength
On Mother's Day
You're loved
So think
Of those who care
Of those who flirt...
...Go wash your face
It's no disgrace
When I am weak
To hurt.
