Blood bound,
DNA constructed,
doing as our parents instructed,
i do my best to be nice,
but its like trying to sweeten,
the most sourest spice,
i give my all,
to prevent the falling out,
but all it does is fill me with doubt,
because we continue,
to scream and shout,
and all i ask is...what is this all about?
for i've done no wrong,
and this is my question,
i have had it for so long,
what is it that you feel i've commited,
that provoked all these times i've been hit,
your anger is blazing, hairs on neck raising,
it feels like all im doing is losing,
and i continue bruising,
as you throw you word laced daggers,
all i have are tears as i stagger,
cause i do not know why your so cross,
it feels like a game, where i am fighting a boss,
with this pain,
i fear i cannot heal,
for your venom makes it hard to wield,
as i try to embrace you with the truth,
make you realise everything wasnt as it appeared,
cause even now, it haunts me it seems,
so riddle me this,
for i can take no more,
why do you feel,
we need to have this war?
