I've lost a lot of things in my life:
My sanity left me long ago,
and innocence long since hit the road.
Motivation never sings,
and I never had much self- esteem.
Lost my mother, or so it seems.
She lost her way with club minglings.
Never so smart, she lost her brain,
and then home my mother never came.
She found her needle and lost the light.
I lost my childhood in less than a day,
and so I lost my self along the way.
I tried to rebel from her life in spite,
but all day long, she tried to drag me along,
though he ways were all so wrong.
A couple of times, I succumbed to the night,
came home late, and ran away.
Mother always found ways to make me want to stay.
I must have given dad quite the fright.
Though I was already long gone,
my mother sang her solo song.
To her side, I ran not.
Today, I'm stronger but I've lost myself.
Finding me was never easy in the start.
Searching in the dark, blindly finding my light.
My mommy and mother were never much sane,
but I miss my mommy all the same.
We grew up fast,
and we grew up hard.
I guess I should thank her for ruining my life,
because now I can stand up for what is right.

xoxo