As life moves on, you see me cautious,
Words stick in the throat like sore-dust,
I'm still sick to the throat and nauseous,
From what has been said before. This is post-war.
If I hung myself, If life halted, you'd still fault it;
You'd still shout at me, claiming you were assaulted.
I never caused the problems you rue,
Let me move on with my life, I'm not asking you to.
You've not the faintest clue, feeling blue.
Your words are untrue and I don't love you.
It's long overdue and takes two, I've never said it,
You never told me I'm doing well or gave me any credit.
Why should I speak to you, your depressed and hated,
Do you think you deserve love, just for being related?
You think I belong but I will tell you your wrong,
You see this mind of mine? forever strong;
This has been happening for too long,
Believing that I'm the Burden.