Mum Knows Best

Why
didn’t
you
follow
your
dreams?

She
said

Using
your
good
humour
and wit

Now
you’ve
got no
choice

She
said

But
to put
up with
his
bullshit

The Trial

You don’t
have to
prove
anything

He said

Least
of all
to me

But I
need to
prove it
to myself

She said

Otherwise
I’ll never
be free

Hindsight

If I
could
go back
to that
night

Knowing
what
I
now
know

I would
hold you
in my
arms so
tight

And
never
let
you
go

Xxx

Well, You Asked…

Even
though
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerable

Reading
your
words
over and
over again
really
does just
make me
miserable

999

God
knows
why I
didn’t
wake up
dead

Or why
I didn’t
think
to plan
this far
ahead

The Writer’s Anguish

I don’t
think
I have
anything
to say

Today

Perhaps
there
will be
more
sorrow

Tomorrow

So I
will
wait to
pick up
my pen

Then

For I
fear I
wouldn’t
even
know how

Now

Headstrong

You
can
stay

Or you
can
leave

I
really
don’t
give
a fuck

As
from
now on

I’ll
rely on
no one

And
make
my own
bloody
luck

Independence

Looking
into the
void

Lives
destroyed

But we
will never
give in

Minds
annoyed

Hearts
unemployed

Yet hopeful
we can
still win