dedicated to mom
is it because you're jealous of me?
because you know i'm prettier than you'll ever be?
or is it because you're angry,
i'm not letting you live vicariously through me.
you're becoming a real bad headache,
around you i feel so goddamn fake
pretending you aren't pushing to me to break,
your angry soul is so fucking hard to shake.
it's not my fault you're drunk every night.
you have no reason to show your teeth and bite,
all you're doing is showing me to the light,
where you cower in my confidence and might.
is it because you're jealous of me?
because i can love myself confidently?
while you bumble around drunkenly,
do you wish you were as great as me?
