On the outside I’m somebody’s mother

On the inside I’m searching for the answer

  Wishing I had a mother

On the outside I’d love to help, I want so much for you

On the inside I bit off almost more than I can chew

On the outside I’m so happy to look at our beautiful, growing family

On the inside I have post-partum and am drowning

On the outside I’m angry and want nothing to do with you anymore

On the inside I’m hurt and scared to lose you,

  Wondering why you won’t sit down for dinner

On the outside my house is a huge mess with laundry piles and dishes in the sink

On the inside my kids are happy and full of snugs

On the outside we have it all, house, yard, kids, career, degree

On the inside we are in a civil war