she’s breaking me down
she see’s my smile but hopes i frown
she tell’s them lies to hurt my name
and i wonder, wasn’t it from your womb i came?
she never rests in causing me stress
she never see’s me at my best
does she love me? you can take a guess
her answer is ,”i fed you my breasts”….
well sometimes she’s kind when she knows she’s been cruel
but still sometimes she thinks me a fool
and overwhelms me with her quirks and her rules
and makes me feel nothing more than her tool…
i long to break free
to one day see
just how it would be to raise my own family
and i promise never to treat my kids the same
but i won’t hate you,mom,it’s not you i blame
you’re hurt and you don’t know what else to do
but to hurt everyone else ,so they can hurt like you
just a girl inside, still broken from pain
still i promise,to not take to heart ever again
the words that you’ve said
and all the times i wished you dead
and your voice of failure ,ringing in my head
but sometimes she’s lovely, when she wants to be,oh well!
will she ever change..?i guess only time will tell..