If what I'm told is true
Why do I doubt?
How come I cannot relate
To anything those people say?
Why am I letting myself absorb behaviour
To legitamise your lies?
How come I know it isn't me
But I'm doing it anyway?
Why do you spin my past
Until I second guess my judgment?
Why do you tell me who I am
Like you take any notice?
I know you know me well
So why make **** up?
You're claiming to only want to help
By causing the problems you rush to fix.
Why do you make me dependant
But scold me for not doing things myself?
Why do you dismiss my ideas
As the ramblings of a ******?
You tell me I'm special, broken
Until I believe it too
And tell me it's denial
When I ask how I'm normal
And when I break free
Shape my own life around me
Why do you censor me
And push me away
While you do the same to her
And send her to hospital?
Why, if you love us so,
Do you want us hurt and low?
Why do you not encourage our happiness
Why do you always have to rescue us?
Do we need to be going through hell
For you to notice?
They all say mother knows best
And I'm sure yours does
But there's a line between
Nurturing and control