You swear you really mean it
I'm pretty sure you don't
Too often I have let you slide
Counting on the fact you won't
I've asked you to try my shoes on
You don't hear a word I say
Too busy ranting while you stomp
Storming the opposite way
I'll succeed with or without your help
Slowly dying with stubborn pride
Opinions don't control me anymore
Or cut me inside
I do not care if you revoke support
You'll be my Mama no matter what
Is it hard to accept me for who I am?
Hiding behind a door tightly shut
It is tiring attempting to make you proud
Sad thing to see you cry
I disappear for I can't bear your tears
Unable to handle the disappointment in your eyes
A long time ago was the reason you smiled
Old photograph serves as proof
Held me through the years
Held me down
Handed out name slurred with *****
Now we do not even sit down to eat dinner
On steps I lay my dreams
A broken home empty of potential
Collecting on dusty beams
Drinking from your water bottle
That's not what's actually inside
Wind tipping you off balance
Alone as guilt you hide
At grey clouds I shudder
Foundation of our fears
Still true to trust and time
Detached demeanor clears
Wish I had courage to call you out
Call your bluff
Admit I know
When you tell me to get out
You really mean "please do not go"
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
You swear you really mean it
I'm pretty sure you don't
Too often I have let you slide
Counting on the fact you won't
I've asked you to try my shoes on
You don't hear a word I say
Too busy ranting while you stomp
Storming the opposite way
I'll succeed with or without your help
Slowly dying with stubborn pride
Opinions don't control me anymore
Or cut me inside
I do not care if you revoke support
You'll be my Mama no matter what
Is it hard to accept me for who I am?
Hiding behind a door tightly shut
It is tiring attempting to make you proud
Sad thing to see you cry
I disappear for I can't bear your tears
Unable to handle the disappointment in your eyes
A long time ago was the reason you smiled
Old photograph serves as proof
Held me through the years
Held me down
Handed out name slurred with *****
Now we do not even sit down to eat dinner
On steps I lay my dreams
A broken home empty of potential
Collecting on dusty beams
Drinking from your water bottle
That's not what's actually inside
Wind tipping you off balance
Alone as guilt you hide
At grey clouds I shudder
Foundation of our fears
Still true to trust and time
Detached demeanor clears
Wish I had courage to call you out
Call your bluff
Admit I know
When you tell me to get out
You really mean "please do not go"
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