I was too young to hate you
I had not yet learned of such emotion
but I knew I did not love
the person you became
when your anger overtook you
it created a mother I hardly knew
who fed off of her childs fear
as her mother did to her
my knowledge of you grew
as did I
learning what would harm you
and what might soothe
building my defense
protecting my mind
became more common
than growing pains
and yet I could not turn away
for the good moments
seem so eternally sweet
as if they would last forever
with time you'd think
I would learn to speak
to stop the madness
before I become like you
rather I feel weak
I have let myself down
and given in to your tyranny
a dissapointing fate
