Distress

How can someone not let you see your own blood? Not a toy, not a game, not a joke. Rules, rules, rules. How can I sit idle while my child goes ignored? Not played with, not loved on, not held with cared arms. Loopholes, loopholes, loopholes. How can I protect someone I cannot be with? Not shelter, not guard, not defend. Laws, laws, laws. How can I know my son is safe with a deviant relative? Not nice, not sane, not stable. Patience, patience, patience. How can I live on if another of my line is destroyed? Not calmly, not gleefully, not hopeful. Insanity.