Your daughters a manic depressent-

When your to scared to tell the truth,
Because your afraid of what they’ll say
And above all your afraid,
That their respect will fade away.

Your scared of what they’ll do
And scared of what they wont.
Your scared of what they’ll say,
And scared of what they don’t.

You know you need to tell them,
But how?
You use your skill of word
But the sound is silenced out.

So you get a pen and write it down,
Hope they understand you,
Hope they don’t try to excuse the fact
That its diagnosis is well overdue.

You hope they see you need their help
And you hope their willing to give,
Anything to see you happy,
Anything to see you live.

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