The Babysitter

Cry for me if you want but I'm not listening anymore
Soak your shirt with the salty wetness because of my words
Stand in disbelief at the audacity I posses to talk to you in the way I do
Allow your mind to race of all the nasty words you want to say to me
Squint your eyes as if to be burning a hole through my authority
Or......
Is it you that shouldn't be yelled at
Is it your parents who should be bearing these chains called rules
Is it your parents who have allowed you to possess no responsibility
Is it your parents who have created this small pile of human destruction
Is it your parents who have made excuses and reasons for your problems
Is it your parents who have made sure that discipline is a foreign language
Or.....
Was it your teacher, a.k.a. The Babysitter?

To the next 12 months

As another year dawns upon us we begin to re-evaluate our lives.
New years resolutions that will last about a month then go idle till next year.
Thoughts of the future or if there will actually be one.
My days begin to fill with thoughts about my family and its future.
In this new year my family will become one larger that last year.
A new life will soon help mold the rest of mine.
New ways to express joy, worry, and pain.
But all are feelings that come after a long wait.
My future now only holds the life I have created again.
My future now only turns because of the life I have created again.
My future now is only there, with eyes wide shut.