Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.
My dear mom, my dear dad,
Please listen to me talk.
You're the place where I can unveil myself and be true to who I am.
You're the place where I can pour my heart out and expect to be heard.
You're the place I want to spend my life talking and being heard.
Please don't tell me to shut up
Because I talk too much,
Because no one likes what I speak,
Because I talk *******,
Because no one would listen to me,
Because I need to stay silent sometimes,
Because nobody likes the stories I have to tell,
Please don't tell me to shut up,
Just because that's what I need to do.
Listen to me.
Please.

I have found it to be a habit of my to talk to my self it’s weird i just start talking and sometimes I don’t stop

Life is made of it misery, it’s pain it’s love it’s life misery is everything and everywhere you can’t hide from misery

My pain was shame,
My truth made the last of her love
Evaporate.

As a child I no longer remain,
No longer to be controlled.

Living in a world of realities,
Not limited by one.

In this choice,
I lost my mum.

For expressing my voice,
When the built up turmoil,
Abuse blew up.

A narc who'd offered the highest
Highs,
With continious drama and viper
Ties.

Never to take responsibility or
Apologise for sinister actions.

More concerned,
For how she appears and how
She is yearned.

Never wanting to learn
Or
To devastion of how she's burnt