Its hard now to find inspiration, and pass it on to him br He feels like shit, and so do I. br br In my head and in my heart I feel them aching br knowing he is not faking. br He can’t be taking anymore shit br from you or anyone else for that matter. br br I see him cry with frustration, br and showing the signs of stress. br As, his mother I want to clear up his ugly mess, and br What he is going through br I am really not sure what to do, br Or what is he trying to tell me. br br No one is on either one of our sides br I see his inner sides ripping slowly apart. br br Please have a heart. br Give a helping hand. br Is it something I cant within stand. br br When I see my child is so special, br it seems that most don’t understand. br br Because you don’t hear his pleas br You tell me he is doing fine, but I see him br act different when he is around me. br br Why does this happen? What is he trying to tell me? br I cant let it be.