My
Son has a grievance with me,
I
don’t like he has this insensitivity,
He
is like a bully with his hostility
Picking
on vulnerable me verbally,
We
had a few drinks of alcohol
Where
it eventually took its toll
As
he had a rant and also a rave
And
I hate the way he did behave.
He
probably won’t speak to me now,
He
doesn’t understand I have bipolar
And
don’t like to sadly stoop so low
As
I did when I was a street soldier.
I
regret that we both had a domestic
And
am suffering with feeling sick.
©
Andrew Stevenson 26/12/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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