I know you're sick of hurting
Patience turned into abuse
I don't think that I'm done learning
My boundaries are coming loose

My father was a rigid man
Stern and didn't give a ****
I know that you're nothing like him
But still, it fills me to the brim

My mother is no sound of reason
She lets me push her till she cries
She never taught me boundaries
Or how to pay a price

I don't think my heart can handle
Ultimatums and goodbyes
But I can recognize
I've been crossing lines

No one else has cared
Enough to stay and try
I was so extremely scared,
I called my mom to cry

She came over and held me while
You were still asleep
I told her I just didn't know
What life has made of me

Uncanny is an understatement
I don't think I grew from three
But if you can tend my soil with patience,
I'll sprout up slowly like a tree

I don't mean reproach or blame,
I just can't take the cold goodbyes.
I see and understand your claims,
They travel through a troubled mind.
I need safety, release from pain,
Which comes out in crossing lines.

I read the words I said to you,
And most of them were lies.
I don't recognize myself,
I don't believe my troubled mind.
I know it's no excuse,
I know that it's not right.
I get caught up in such abuse
Convinced that otherwise I'll die.

(I've never seen myself like this –
A broken mirror I can't fix.)