Poetry of Love and Pain

Mother

It's me, your son
You know, the one you care less about
You say that you love me
Then you talk shit about me
It all shows in your eyes
You try to hide the hate but it dwells deep inside
Pacing itself beneath your skin of lies
It shows in your words
The way you can't talk about me without degrading me first
And in your actions like birds
Your fists flying toward my face
Like a crow to its perch
You degrade me, accuse me, abuse me and worse
Your insults they hurt me till I have no self worth left inside of my soul
This group you call a family is nowhere near whole
The brother I have I swear doesn't even love me
In your eyes, in all aspects, he'd ride right above me
It's funny cause sometimes I wish he was dead
So the jealousy I have would quit pounding in my head
He's your baby, your favorite, your greatest fucking disease
Sometimes I swear you nothing but to sit and watch me bleed
You talk to like I'm stupid
But all your ignorance I see through
Listen to my fucking words for once
Mother, I don't need you