Your child is looking through that horrific glass ball of your life.
She is getting hypnotized by the luxuries that are masking her reality in daylight.
Fragments of broken glass on her bloody pathway are making it hard to turn back
Mistakes are supposed to be something you learn from instead of something that stabs you in the back.
I know she cries at night because she is always in the dark looking for the key to unlock her shackles.
But you taught her to be evil so love is foreign to her icebox that she can’t handle.
You say “She has a problem. She is crazy and I don’t understand why.”
Well, her pain is derived from you that you have bottled up in the tears that she has cried!
Yall two bicker and argue like you are kids about silly little things the one of you did.
Your daughter was beaten by you, punched around like a lifeless Barbie doll that wasn’t pieced together with glue.
“You are trifling”
“Why you got to be so stupid. “
Do you think that heals her wounds?
No! It scares her even more and makes her confused, please…
Teach the things that should be treasured.
Preach the things that should be honored.
Sacrifice your time to cherish your daughters mind!
It’s too late to save the damage that has been done to your daughter.
She has a kid of her own(at the age of 18) and he is growing up with a worse mentality ever imagined.
He needs hope but it is too late to bring him out of that black pit of calamity.
The both of you have pounded on his happiness,
Pounded on his excitement,
Pounded on his feelings,
And the both of you have pounded on his sweet innocence.
Don’t you see that the things you have taught are reflected in you and your children?
All three of you are the same and it’s hard to bare and live with.
Daughter please…
Teach the things that should be treasured.
Preach the things that should be honored.
Sacrifice the time to cherish your sons mind.
It’s too late to save the damage you have done to your son.
He is only four but he is stubborn to the core which is caused by the tearing you have done.
Anticipation? Happiness? Will they be buried 10 ft. under? Or will you just ridicule each other?
Inside the mind of Randi... 