She
She told me I was sicker than I was, the self-diagnosing wench, casting her illness down on me through genetics, words, and paranoia.
She caused me to throw away my money, to be beaten until I cried, to be sensitive and moan quietly when it all went wrong.
She bore me, oh thankful life giver and brooding female. Becoming the mirror image of her is so much more than I can bare.
She killed me, that happy dream encourager, always letting me do as I please.
She loved me, that terrifying witch and beautiful redeemer, she as only as mother can. As only she knew how.
She passed down what she thought was right, oh unhappy woman whose own life giver changed her and emptied her down to her bare, shaking core.
She, unhappy lady and wonderful beacon. She, the one I have to turn too. She the one life gave to me.
She told me I was sicker than I was, the self-diagnosing wench, casting her illness down on me through genetics, words, and paranoia.
She caused me to throw away my money, to be beaten until I cried, to be sensitive and moan quietly when it all went wrong.
She bore me, oh thankful life giver and brooding female. Becoming the mirror image of her is so much more than I can bare.
She killed me, that happy dream encourager, always letting me do as I please.
She loved me, that terrifying witch and beautiful redeemer, she as only as mother can. As only she knew how.
She passed down what she thought was right, oh unhappy woman whose own life giver changed her and emptied her down to her bare, shaking core.
She, unhappy lady and wonderful beacon. She, the one I have to turn too. She the one life gave to me.
By: Sarah Niskanen