Crossed wires

Yet another conversation you won’t entertain, impeding any hope I have of helping again. Everything is black or white for you A specific subject is or isn’t taboo If you don’t get the response you expect You lose all respect for me Make it clear that you reject me It’s what I have come to

Left out

My other kids have had to cope Witness me almost give up hope Take back seats in my attention Though it’s never my intention Her actions often supersede Them, in their times of need. They watch me trying to refrain From falling too far down again They’ve seen that once before When I couldn’t go

ASD Teenager in ‘care’

This is not the person you promised to save, This is not how she used to behave. ‘There’s no funding’ you say, but with an attitude Everyone thinking she’s just being rude I know she’s the product of her ASD and what you’ve put her through 17 placements in a few years simply won’t do.

Sapped

Like Flat Stanley, I crawl to the door. Dragging myself on the laminate floor… Got no energy, got no life you see No mojo any more. I need a reason to go on A place I feel that I belong No guilt or worry, nothing wrong. Too much to hope for?