I wish you would cheer up.
Your beautiful eyes have clouded over, leaving a glazed depression in their transformation, hurting my heart with each once over glance.
Is it my fault?
I wish you would respond when I ask you a question. I feel like I’m talking to a wall. You mumble the words I want to hear but your eyes tell me the truth.
How do I fix this?
I wish you could feel my frustration, and understand what I’m saying.
But most of all I wish I was a better mom, maybe then I could help and I wouldn’t be wishing so much
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