Her bad mood
Tries to intrude
On conversation,
On laughter
Her lack of power
Compels her to cower
Behind a false sense
Of tyrannical control
Her own home and head
Never gave sanctuary; instead
They fostered hostility
And made her feel blind
Blind when searching for
Places with an open door
With a place to lie down
And to quiet all sound
She’s fighting herself inside
Can’t say she never tried
When the battle leaves her mind
And infects the entire family line
My bad mood
Tends to intrude
On conversation,
On laughter
And I’m sorry
But I learned it from you
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 10:02 AM UTC
Her bad mood
Tries to intrude
On conversation,
On laughter
Her lack of power
Compels her to cower
Behind a false sense
Of tyrannical control
Her own home and head
Never gave sanctuary; instead
They fostered hostility
And made her feel blind
Blind when searching for
Places with an open door
With a place to lie down
And to quiet all sound
She’s fighting herself inside
Can’t say she never tried
When the battle leaves her mind
And infects the entire family line
My bad mood
Tends to intrude
On conversation,
On laughter
And I’m sorry
But I learned it from you
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