*Both of them*

Both of my kids cried today.
Am I getting to afraid?
What am I doing wrong?
Don't I love them enough?

Why are they walking away?

Why are they running far from me?
They know that I care.
Then, if I know they are scared.
Why am I yelling to them?

They don't spend much time with me.
They said that I don't love them.
But they are my whole life.
How can they say that I don't love them?

Now, the want to hug me no more.
They told me I was wrong.
Just because I am not always right,
that doesn't mean I am always like that.

Why do they cry at night?
They don't even miss me.
How are they getting along with life?
I can't even live without they kissing me.

Things are not getting any better,
I am just failing as their mother.
I want to hold them tight,
and wait for things to change their way back.

But I know that things are only going on my mind.

Paranoia is now my best friend,
and she is always with me.
My kids don't have any time to spend,
because they are afraid to become a little bit like me.

Their feelings are colder now,
they didn't even recognize me.
I am their mother even if I am not good at it,
and it doesn't matter how many times they try to forget it.

Now, they are trying to forget their past,
trying to erase that bad family.
With a new life made a blast,
and a new mother, a brand new family.