I look and listen as you roar,
so unlike the child you were before,
all full of kisses, hugs and love.
But now your demons have you shove
and scream and kick, your angry show
makes me hate the Hyde in the boy I know.
I doubt myself
and my place in this
family of ours,
so often stretched,
to breaking point . . .
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