The Blue-Faced Baby

I got angry at the baby, and at my ears.
I really didn't mean it.
I was just really annoyed, I didn't wanna hear.
Ok, I was annoyed.
He wouldn't shut up, my dear.
I gave him a toy.
But I can still hear.
So I slowly got more mad.
Until I couldn't bear to hear.
I just sat there,
and covered my ears.
Just waiting,
As my madness went up a tier,
Just waiting,
Wanting to disappear,
I wanted to control,
I wanted him here.
So I picked him up,
And called him dear,
I took him to the bathroom.
I filled up the tub, oh, my ears!
And stuck his face in it.
The bubbles stopped, now I couldn't hear.
I put him in his cradle.
Like a master puppeteer.
Mom found him,
He'd been in a case for one year.
I don't feel bad,
I don't feel endeared,
I don't feel sad,
I don't miss my dear.
He's now a blue-faced baby,
I liked making him blue, like a drowned buccaneer.
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Poetry