I have 7 kids

You make my heart beat a little faster
And my tears fall a little harder
These days it doesn’t feel the same
Someone who’s so empathetic
Isn’t feeling anything but sympathy for themselves
Feel bad for yourself dear
Your poor choices
And poor hand you’ve been dealt
Make yourself believe
None of this is your fault
Those kids have been a part of your life
But those memories have been blocked out
Of every bad thing you can think
You’ve been such a bad role model
For all of society
And you can’t even see one blessing come your way
Because you immediately block it out
Just like everything else in your f*****g life
Go f**k your self.
But I hope you have a good day still.
Because that’s how you make me feel
So mixed up.
I don’t even understand what happened