I can only survive in silence
I can see what I’m doing
A good day is only when your happy
A roll of the dice is for you
I know why this is the case
It’s learned behavior from home
Something I had to do in childhood
And failed in adolescence
She could never be pleased.
She shied away from living
A whole existence wasted
Her tentacles trying to taint me
Only she could take a blank canvas
And cramp it with negativity and fear
Wrapping it in a paper she called love
I spent too long frightened alone in fear
You rise from the ashes and try
To change the narrative
To hurriedly oversee your own blank canvasses
Filling them with positivity and true love
Life is cruel enough without parent sabotage
We have always known they fuck you up
But I have to question why they have kids?
If you can’t love them look out for them.
Being a constant disappointment is exhausting
And I scream fuck fuck fuck fuck off!!!
Mark Lyth 