Her own kind making her weep behind closed doors.
You fought for blood, you spoke of your other.
Compared them.
No thoughts of her feelings,
Just pushing to show her to find untrue beauty
Did you know you speared her?
Drew blood and unwanted feelings her weak mind not need seen.
You,
Breaking her true ways
Did you know that hurt her?
Raised to be herself,
Shot down to find someone else
Raised to be independent,
Your words throwing it away
Raised to Love,
But shown hate.
Why?
Mom, I'm me.
Sorry to disappoint.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
Her own kind making her weep behind closed doors.
You fought for blood, you spoke of your other.
Compared them.
No thoughts of her feelings,
Just pushing to show her to find untrue beauty
Did you know you speared her?
Drew blood and unwanted feelings her weak mind not need seen.
You,
Breaking her true ways
Did you know that hurt her?
Raised to be herself,
Shot down to find someone else
Raised to be independent,
Your words throwing it away
Raised to Love,
But shown hate.
Why?
Mom, I'm me.
Sorry to disappoint.