Your day's are numbered

Seeing You makes makes my skin crawl
I feel like I need to bawl at you
and I would like to tear out you hair
until You looked at least bald
All these years you have grieved
my family.
How on earth are you around
children now
Why are you getting away with it
How do you even have a Facebook account
I would just like to reveal who You are
And you certainly know who you are
And anyway you haven't won
Because my son has moved back home
At least he is safe
No More trying to wheedle your way
back into his life again
Because If you try
I might contact the appropriate body.
And tomorrow you better watch your back
If you don't want to be one of the pack.