IF

You ask how I feel, what I want But you never hear my reply, my response Too busy listening to what you wanted me to say You, like all the rest, have pushed me away. If I told you, If I made you listen, You may be surprised At all I have seen Through these young eyes I watched as the union that began my life evaporated slowly under stress words once sacred Husband Wife Thrown now like weapons Glares like knives Possessions once "ours" Becoming "MINE!" Moments of love becoming lies Then, at last, a knock at the door Excitement! A saviour at last! But nothing so savory Nothing so secure! Instead, the words You can't live here anymore Foster Care Wards of State Suitcases, packing Glaring at the woman slowly dragging Our family apart Eyes pleading for help, Heart freeezing as echoes hit the car This is Your fault Your Fault! I hate you! YOU LET THEM TAKE MY SON! OH, HE'S YOUR SON NOW? YOU LET THEM TAKE MY DAUGHTERS! My son My, mine, mine When did we become trophies? Do something! Fix it, No more MINE' MINE MINE MINE MINE! Love each other! Love us! Don't let her take us! But no one hears.....