"Damn I'm Stressed"

Another year has gone by,
And still they wonder why,
Another child becomes a teen,
And still I fear what's yet to be seen,
And though it seems as I've been blessed,
I have to say that Damn I'm Stressed,

A mother who believes she is always right,
And still cannot accept when she's lost the fight,
A mother who says my parenting is bad,
And still cannot understand just why I am sad,
And even though I failed her best,
She wonders how I'm so damn stressed,

Another year of raising the kids alone,
And still no mother to show in this home,
Another list of excuses to my girls from their mother,
And still I wonder why she lies like no other,
And though the pain I see they have in their chest,
Cannot be expressed by damn I'm stressed,

Another year at a job I can't stand,
And still I wonder whats on the other hand,
Another boss that shows me no respect,
And still I wonder what did I expect,
And though I'm poor as you may have guessed,
Can anyone wonder why I say  Damn I'm Stressed.

Author: Keith Ball
01-06-04
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