Touch the spoils of me
Such few feel left
kids in africa have a worse life then you so quit CRYING
The verbal knives she throws into me
Seemed to have bore all the fun away
Why don't you LOVE me anymore
she asks me in such a tone sending guilt through the hair on my toes
meanwhile she denounces me at every corner
this is NOT good enough
it never was good enough not even the straight As
the hours I spent trying to make her happy again were never good enough
you are so LAZY just like your father
those words have stinged my teeth and wrapped braces of anger around
its not my fault I was born like him
Chris what is WRONG with you
I cannot figure this out mom as to why im so different
maybe i was born wrong god had chose me to live beyond understanding
stop playing the VICTIM oh poor chris his life is terrible
i grew up the victim of your disgrace and tears
the victim is the only thing I know I am
stop crying and be a MAN
only existing knowing words of my failures none of my successes
how else is a 15 year old supposed respond
you don't have any FRIENDS
mom i had reinvented myself for you
and yet you cannot even think of me
I am just a terrible MOTHER
no mom you are not terrible
its all my fault