Don't tell me that I'm overreacting,
you who, without a care,
do send me into the past.
You wouldn't know, you were not there.
Fine, in presence you were plenty,
but in comforting voice, you sure were rare,
you were present in my past
but that was when you chose to stare
away from your sins
Which you'd cast down upon my head,
through the way you'd made your bed.
With him
Surely he was your greatest sin
Why did you need to cast your lot,
with that ham ****** emotionally unstable
clot of a man.
Did you choose him "because I can."
or because you really were such a fool,
as not to listen to your offspring, who
could already sense his chill.
"You'll regret this, mum."
But you didn't,
so we did instead.
This blame of yours fell upon
our heads.
You kept him for me,
my brother
and every other whom you
could muster up.
But, in reality: yourself.
You just couldn't bear to be left
on the shelf.
You allowed a viper into eden,
a snake into the nest.
You took all words of positivity,
and you ignored the rest.
I suppose a part of you wanted to test
my limits.
It turned out: none.
You watched, unseeing, as he
wormed his way in.
You watched as my affection
he won.
You watched him glow brighter
than the sun, in my eyes.
You watched him scheme, and hurt, and prise
away my shell of protection.
You watched as he turned me into
a projection, of his tainted reflection.
You watched as love, turned to rejection.
You watched as he lost control.
You watched as I shattered, and was
pushed by him to fall.
You watched him cruel.
You watched, yet somehow recall
me as forever being glad.
Never recalling all the bad,
and the sad, which
you forced me see and hear.
No wonder I don't remember you,
as ever being near.
The striking times I heard your
voice
you were crying or in deep pain,
at times and places
where I had no choice
but to hear you.
Unlike with him, I could never fear you.
Sad, lonely figure.
Desperate for a love
which no ******* from
above
ever chose to give you.
I hope that you know
that I forgive you.
Oh Mother, I will always love you.
Even if it somehow has to be in spite,
of you being one of the causes of my
eternal fight.
I'll always somehow need you
Whether or not you're wrong or right.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Don't tell me that I'm overreacting,
you who, without a care,
do send me into the past.
You wouldn't know, you were not there.
Fine, in presence you were plenty,
but in comforting voice, you sure were rare,
you were present in my past
but that was when you chose to stare
away from your sins
Which you'd cast down upon my head,
through the way you'd made your bed.
With him
Surely he was your greatest sin
Why did you need to cast your lot,
with that ham ****** emotionally unstable
clot of a man.
Did you choose him "because I can."
or because you really were such a fool,
as not to listen to your offspring, who
could already sense his chill.
"You'll regret this, mum."
But you didn't,
so we did instead.
This blame of yours fell upon
our heads.
You kept him for me,
my brother
and every other whom you
could muster up.
But, in reality: yourself.
You just couldn't bear to be left
on the shelf.
You allowed a viper into eden,
a snake into the nest.
You took all words of positivity,
and you ignored the rest.
I suppose a part of you wanted to test
my limits.
It turned out: none.
You watched, unseeing, as he
wormed his way in.
You watched as my affection
he won.
You watched him glow brighter
than the sun, in my eyes.
You watched him scheme, and hurt, and prise
away my shell of protection.
You watched as he turned me into
a projection, of his tainted reflection.
You watched as love, turned to rejection.
You watched as he lost control.
You watched as I shattered, and was
pushed by him to fall.
You watched him cruel.
You watched, yet somehow recall
me as forever being glad.
Never recalling all the bad,
and the sad, which
you forced me see and hear.
No wonder I don't remember you,
as ever being near.
The striking times I heard your
voice
you were crying or in deep pain,
at times and places
where I had no choice
but to hear you.
Unlike with him, I could never fear you.
Sad, lonely figure.
Desperate for a love
which no ******* from
above
ever chose to give you.
I hope that you know
that I forgive you.
Oh Mother, I will always love you.
Even if it somehow has to be in spite,
of you being one of the causes of my
eternal fight.
I'll always somehow need you
Whether or not you're wrong or right.
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