It was not my choice to be, nor was I born to be
But as I grew, it was what was sought of me
The fiery ambition,
The coldness in my tone,
Was what helped me grow to be so alone,
My father only taught me, to drink away my fears,
My mother taught me the best way, to hide my painful tears,
And so I am a monster in disguise
Forever stuck in pain, and giving out the rest of your lies
"I am okay"
"I fell"
Are some that I tend to tell
Even though I am stuck in my own nightmarish hell.
And even though
it was not my choice to be, Nor what I was born to be
I will forever be a punching bag, on the brink
Of the monster that taught me how to drink