((Fair Warning About This One: It is honest, and it is deeply nasty and bitter. It doesn't relate to you guys, but you still might not want that kind of energy in your minds. So.....yeah. :3 Can't post this one on Facebook. XD)
For those that laugh at us beaten and bruised
Frustrated and tired, angry and used
Come over, yes come over and tell me
That you could walk a mile in our shoes.
Tell me you could stare into the haggard face of death
Tell me you could write treatises with a stranger in your house
Tell me you could stand your spouse’s plunge into Hell
Tell me you’d be happy and healthy and well
Show me the heart unbroken and bright
Show me the glory of your stoic insight
Show me the problems that vanish overnight
Show me the soul you’ve stowed out of sight
I’ll accept your complaints on that very day
I’ll believe it when you imply I’ve been led astray
I’ll let you breathe down my own father’s neck
I’ll let you throw mud and let the hens peck
But until the very moment that you understand
I will greet you with a dagger in hand.
