On Being Four and Uncaring

When you are four, and fed up with life,
You don’t care what happens; you’ll kick and cause strife
Or pinch or pull or bite or hit
Or occasionally be kind if you feel like it
A few f-bombs you drop, a few books you have hurled
You feel the world is after you so you go after the world
You wish you we’re back with your mom or your dad
Who didn’t care whether you were good or bad
They neglected you, abandoned you, left you no innocence
Maybe they loved you, but my love is different
My life is something you do not understand
You don’t know the warmth that can come from a hand
Instead of just slaps and uncaring neglect
You respond to love with nastiness so punishments you’ll get
You pull out all tricks to make people dislike you
Cuz that’s what you know and think you want, too
Then no one who knows you will be shocked
When you say that bad word, when you throw that rock
Or kick that friend or break that toy
You think you are happy being that naughty boy
But deep down inside though uncaring you seem
Is a plea for love if someone can see through your masked identity of wanting love
But because you can’t know how to ask for love
You keep being bad and making people sigh
By being a bully, by telling your lies
But deep down inside it’s not you that they hate
It’s your actions that they don’t appreciate
They don’t know what it’s like to be you
They don’t know how to give their love to you
When you seem to just want timeouts
And you kick and cry and scream and pout
And by these actions make it seem
That you just want a bad boy to be
But I’ll show you love as best I can
I’ll hug you, love you and show you then
How to be a good little person and how to act
When given love and what to do when it is expected back