A happy occasion brings tension around,
Its a catalyst for unvented feelings to sound.
So why did he stay and take the brunt,
Of a false accusation, thats not what I want.

A minute can change is so many ways,
One second your content, the next just irrate.
I cant take back the words said in a rage,
Time may forgive, but never forgotten with age.

Loudly I warn him that a woman once scorned,
Is sharper and coarser than any rose thorn.
But to afraid to admit, or to even share,
That what im really mad about is this lack of care.

My thoughts are confused, there all in a spin,
Im making no sense, Im not going to win.
The point of the fight was not what I said,
Just a push to far, like a smack in the head.

These feelings are unfair to push them on you,
Im praying that you understand just what they do.
Sometimes its hard, rarely its fun,
All of this pain, for the future of being a mum.