Sometimes I look and see,
The boy that hides inside of me,
The boy that never went away,
And eyes the woman with deep dismay.
The boy that couldn’t understand,
Why he never became a man,
The boy that wants to maim, destroy,
The woman that stopped the little boy.
And everyday, his presence near,
The woman’s sanity lives in fear,
Will he ever live and thrive,
Killing the woman who kept him alive?