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Sep 2017
At an age where I was so fragile
You took to me with more than I could handle

A hand to the neck, my head through the wall
What did I do to make this anger on me befall
In my room a sock I forgot to pick up was all

You screamed in my face till my brother intervened
It was far worse than anything I could of ever dreamed

Through the years the anger kept on coming
And it turned me into the ***** I was becoming

The time I curled up on the chair
You kicked and punched me, pulled my hair
I may have misbehaved but that punishment was so unfair

You say you gave us kids everything
You did along with heartache and pain
We learnt how to be violent
For that you are to blame

Two of your children are so violent it's sick
Two others it was drugs that they picked

Drugs is the reason that one is dying
And the other one can't stop on alcohol relying

You say you've had such a hard life
It would have been better if you'd been a better wife
A nicer mother to your children
But even they took to you with a knife

I wonder sometimes what would have become of me
If "I love you" had been said to me
Would there still be all this debris
All that's left of this family

My anger at you is still so raw
But unlike you I don't need to settle the score

I've taken my own family and given them love
I give them everything I always dreamed of
It's all I had needed when I was young
But from now on you and I are done.
Melodie Fowles
Written by
Melodie Fowles  F/New Zealand
(F/New Zealand)   
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