It’s the hidden voice that tells you what you can’t do but you can, The struggles that have held you back ever since it first began. In a crowded room it’ll shut you up and will tell you not to speak, It will whisper ‘you’re not good enough’ and make you think that you are weak. When you try to…

I often find CRUMBS, All over the floor, That are left by my kids, aged 11 and 4. When I strap the kids in, To the car to go out, They’ll be CRUMBS on the seats, mixed with sand, there’s no doubt. Sometimes I find CRUMBS, As I lie in my bed, Some sat perched on my pillow, Getting stuck…

You shit in my garden, You sit on my fence, You keep killing birds, And it’s not self defence. You leave bits of carcass, And bird feathers spread, Then aggressively purr, As you perch on my shed. You circle my house, Like you’re casing the joint, I’m not sure of your reasons, Are you making a point? I guess I…

Sometimes you’ll say – ‘I hate you’, Then say sorry with a hug, Sometimes you’ll drive each other mad, Hiding the remote under the rug. Sometimes you’ll steal their clothes, But sometimes they’ll steal yours too, Sometimes you’ll eat all of their sweets, And then say it wasn’t you. Sometimes you’ll trip them as they pass, Making them fall flat…