Being a Parent

They’re doing it again, their daughter says
With a quivering lower lip.
The teenage bitches are off again,
Prodding and poking to make her flip.

It’s hard enough to be a teenager,
Without being different as well.
Why can’t they all just treat her nice,
Instead of putting her through hell?

So she uses a wheelchair,
Crutches if things are good.
There’s a normal teen in front of you,
Why can’t you see that as you should?

As parents they feel helpless,
Lost and unable to interfere.
All these people that you call friend,
Aren’t there for you, that is clear.

I wish I could just grab them all,
Give them a slap and a shake.
Why can’t they see you as you are,
The kindest of people, for heaven’s sake.

It’s not long until it’s all over,
And you can leave the losers behind.
Then, attending your new college,
A whole group of friends you will find.