Three Children
There are three children. One is a bright sunshine, They confuse her with the word laughter, Because what she brings with her are smiles. A joy to both her parents. The second child, They often call him patient Or perhaps wise, He is my mothers favorite. My fathers pride. However, There is a third child, People often have to ask her name, She struggles to smile, And she struggles with anger, Her days are spent inside Trying to stop living in her head. She is no ones favorite. no ones pride. She brings no joy or calm to others. They confuse her with the word Bother
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