Let Me (Child of Mine)

Let me put you in this bubble 

Let me paint this picture of you

Wear it like a dreath shroud

Let my compliment be insult smothered in smoke clouds

Ignore every sound except the sound of my voice

O you poor dear you simply haven't got a choice

You simply haven't got a prayer

You simply haven't got a dime

The only thing you seem to own is the instability of your mind

O you poor, poor child of mine

This poem is about: 
My family
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