I was once left in a crate
who barely even ate
I was slapped in the face
punched in the gut
and it shred my heart into a thousand of pieces
I lost my breath a couple of times from the hands of my mother
Then I was put in a system called an orphanage
which was requested by my grandmother
You could say I was freed from ever suffering from an abusive both mental and physical relationship
But I would disagree
I flew into a new family where we use to have love, happiness, and companionship
however, I was locked in a cage, behind metal bars, where no one can see
I had a mother who was stubborn
Her mouth was filled with threats and can be cantankerous at any moment
She was like a rose with lots of thorns
and her arrogance could not be broken
I was upbraided for my laziness, ingratitude, and stupidity
At times, she would inform me to keep testing her limits and see how cold her blood runs through these days
As a result of this, I lost dignity
and it trapped her mind in a maze
Given these points, you would understand why I let this indica sink into my system
After all, she was a sad woman with no fears and a mountain of rage  
who played as the victim
and would, in any case, **** up anyone who ***** with her in the backstage
Mother of the year