I now understand
this mark here on my hand
From trying to punch myself out of you.

I got it in attempt
to escape from the sac
That kept me inside of your womb.

I was smart then you know.
I knew I had to go.
My first instincts were truer than true.

You're not a mother to me
Aside from biologically.
You're more of the noose
That will be the death of me.