Bipolar
Worry for her children
Fills her head.
Her daughter is under the table
Tears running down her face.
Her husband throws a glass cup
Across the room.
A hole is dug in the backyard
“Its for you he says”
She grabs her kids and runs.
The next day he calls
“Want to go to the fair?”
If she knew
She never would have fell in love.
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