The past? A mask, don’t fucking bask.
Words a glitch? Taken a switch? Sales pitch.
I sit and I stitch and I stitch and I stitch and I stitch and I stitch and I stitch
Still a bitch
Remember the times I lay on the floor, begging for love but all I got was a roar?
Still, remember that imposter of a father
But I the manipulative bitch
Cling to sisters, all try to ignore, insults turn object, physically thrown but don’t leave us alone.
Leave us, come back, you had a bad day; I hurt you because I love you, so see it’s ok.
So I try to think hard of reasons to love you. I love mommy because that’s what daughters do to people they were birthed too.
That time the door locked and I stood in the snow and I slammed the door you the only one home
That time I ran but you were there, grabbing my arm, screaming don’t you fucking dare.
That time I locked myself in my room screaming and sobbing I hate you. But I hated myself, more than anyone knew, when you are told again and again and again and again and again you are nothing, well shit must be true. I deserved this shit, didn’t I? Manipulative and hated, a bitch who’s unstable,
who is able to raise a child with an anxiety label?
Brushing on Words 