Mom, you messed up. You have hurt me so much.
And your pitiful sorrys just aren't enough.
You put me through Hell, and you stained my soul.
Your monstrous ways were out of control.
You are so selfish, and when you apologize,
it makes my heart cringe from the sound of your lies.
You tortured me, and left me so bruised.
I was just a kid, and I was confused.
Mom, your life is sad. This much is true.
But it's not my job to fix things for you.
You looked the other way when your boyfriend ***** me.
Said it was nothing, and to just let it be.
Well, I won't let it be. No, not anymore.
I won't let my life be how it's been before.
Here's the one thank you that you'll get from me:
Thank you for showing just who NOT to be.
You said I was nothing, you didn't want me.
You told me you wished I was never born.
You thought that I was too sweet and too pretty.
But I can't be to blame for your old skin looking worn.
My life was a nightmare, but I survived to this day.
Even with you around, I turned out okay.
You're a monster who haunts my dreams every night.
But remember, I'm the one thing that you ever did right.
My life. My story.
