all of you,
have children
do you tell them the same?
do you not bother with right and wrong?

the phoney castle
that you have built
will crumble,
and tumble into the sea

its beauty,
may not be a substitute
for the raw clumsiness
that we seem to express

reveal the wounds
show them you bleed
that its not in the rules
that is not how is was mapped

and when the respectful girl,
becomes bored and goes insane
when the children grow up
and when i can no longer hide from the pain

no one knows,
how much we hurt
and,
what goes on inside

i let you down today
you saw me at my worst
but you know,
i love you