Early Tears

During my early years
Often spent trapped between walls
My eyes were always filled with tears
And no dad to catch me when I’d fall
While dads would hang out with their kids by the parkside
I’d be in my room watching from my window screen
Wishing to be like the kids on the outside
Trying not to let out an angry scream
My dad was never there
To share the joys or sadness
Which made me think no one cared
But his excuse was always “I have my own madness”
Thankfully I have a mom who’s extremely caring
And did more than just childbearing.