There's a little girl inside me.
Her name is insecurity.
She's a lost lamb.
She's the black sheep to the ram.

In roars a fire breathing dragon.
In full command.
He doesn't want anything.
Only demands.

Screams and shouts of parental doubts.
"Why did you?
Why didn't you?
Why are you so weird?

Why do you?
Why don't you?
Can't work out what sparks your candle.
Mother dear mother.
I can't handle your ****** friends.

I pay my rent.
I do declare.
Stop bringing home ******'s.
I just don't care.

I care not what you say.
Mother you always make stupid mistakes.
Your stupid mistakes cause earthquakes.
Errors and night terrors.

I love you sons.
I love you daughter's.
Will make no more mistakes.
Of course I want to see grandsons.
Granddaughter,
soon when she arrives.
My friends are not junkies.
Drinkers or monkeys.
I will suffer no more.
As now I rise.
They are different to you or I.
I shall not stop writing poetry.
Never ever.
Of course I want my family.
I always did.

But I will not be a lamb to your slaughter.
(c)LIVVI MMXV