The flames they rise up inside of me an inferno of words, all screaming fighting to be the first to break my outer shell to be the first to break me to make me let one slip, to form a *****, running down my face inviting people to pull it open. and as curiosity consumes most, that one inferno risen word will be the end of me
Take care of me, Be there for me. Never discourage me, Love me unconditionally. You're supposed to be my mother. But you treat me like I'm nothing. I'm sick of your constant disrespect, The loss of love in your eyes that makes me want to cry, It's itching inside of the back of my mind. And someday I'll say goodbye to you, You won't want me to, But you can't make me stay. You're not my mom. But until then, I'll be walking in the rain.