My name is Mikaela,
And I killed my mother.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way,
I didn’t mean it all,
I promise.
But it happened.
And I’m a murderer.
I killed my mother.
The day I killed my mother,
Was supposed to be a happy day.
Because birthdays,
Are not supposed to be days of dismay.
When I killed my mother,
It was a warm day of summer,
The same as any other.
The day I killed my mother,
Was the day my daddy shot himself.
He hated me.
I mean, who wouldn’t?
I killed my mother.
I was his daughter.
But all he could see of me was a murder.
Because I killed my mother.
I wish it wouldn’t have ended this way,
I truly do.
I promise you I didn’t mean it,
I'd go back and change it too.
I killed my mother.
And I killed my father too.
It was supposed to be a joyful day,
Or at least that’s what all the other mothers say.
But the day I was born,
I killed my mother.
And I killed my father too.
The day I was born,
Was not a happy day at all.
I murdered my mother,
And my daddy shot himself.
~MP
