I can't be in the same house as her,
Let alone the same room.
I can't see or listen to her,
Without wanting to be buried in a tomb.
How could I be so nice to her,
Even though she brought me out of the womb?
She brought me into this hell-
And I will never forgive her for that.
She always finds something about me to dwell-
And I hate the endless, hurtful comments that are spat-
In my face.
