I am my mothers villain
My birthplace is the crime scene
Whose conception destroyed dreams
My integrity; obscene
Never able to appease
Desperate to keep the peace
I walk on glass; to mute sound
My exsistance; a caprice
Who I am is left unknown
Completely unknown by her
A version she created
My identity; a cur
Designed to be the fall guy
Destined to cause destruction
The cause of every flaw found
My purpose; deconstruction
Chastened with a false normal
My plights were not apparent
I reject this inheritance
No longer to be errant
Shattered glass breaks the silence
Standing on newly found ground
Determined to have my peace
My life; autonomy bound
The sounds spoken out loud were disavowed
Its rejection left no room for relationship
As the hero in my own story,
Still—
I am my mothers villain, in her story