Skulls and Chrysanthemums - an Original Poetry Collection

Fuck You Mum - Part Three

Okay, Mum, now this is the third time
That I've picked up my pen to spin you a rhyme
Cause it seems you still don't get the message
And I've got more truths, lasting vestiges
You keep digging yourself another grave
And you want me around to be your slave
To your narcissistic need for attention and praise
We're all so sick of your voice these days

I want to clear up the rumour that I'm a liar
Because I don't preach to your holy choir
When you missed three years of visits for an addiction you lied about
Don't deny it, babe, you just wanted the clout
Of "getting clean before your Dad"
And you've lied so much that it's just sad
That nobody knows what's truth and what's fiction
So I'll be Mystic Meg, here's my prediction

You're going to end up a lonely, sad person
Cause if I stick around, my trauma will worsen
I over explain because you never believed me
Cause you think I'm like you, speaking maliciously
About everyone and everything that doesn't fit in your box
This apple fell off a cliff and bruised on the rocks
So far from your tree that I'm in another place
One where dirt isn't kicked in my face

I broke out of the chokehold you claimed was love
"I won't give up because I'm your moth-"
Don't even finish that, I know this one thing
I don't want contact, don't give me a ring
Don't email or Insta or Whatsapp or Facebook
I'm done with you and I know you're shook
That I could be so cold to you, my family
But that's because you imprisoned me in fantasy

"Everything is okay, don't dare doubt"
"Keep silent on the things we don't talk about"
"Everyone should love me, I'm so great!"
"Surely I'll go to Heaven, open the gate!"
I'm atheist, but if we do go somewhere after death
I hope it's somewhere I don't hear your Darth Vader breath
It's called a mint, eat one, dear
That's not halitosis, that's stale beer

Once again, I'm six verses in
Now I'll finish this up while I grin
Thinking about how healing these verses are
I have no delusions of becoming a star
If someone relates, that's a real bonus
Knowing I'm not alone eases my lowness
There are those who have it worse and better
And their pain may be eased by a fellow "homewrecker"

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Fuck You Mum is for anyone else who has suffered at the hands of a narcissistic mother. I walked away for myself and am helping my sister get away. We will be okay, we always are in the end. Before anyone says it, no, I cannot forgive my mother for what she has done, but I accept who she is and why she is this way and that I cannot change it, only she can. All I can do is look out for my own mental health and that of my sisters.
NOTE: All names are not accurate and have been changed to common names that are not recognised as their real names or nicknames on any platform. This is to protect their privacy.