I hear you shout
Through the wall
And realise you don’t
Love her at all
Then I see you fight
From my bed
And know you won’t stop
Until she’s dead
‘They Fuck You Up…’
I’ve always felt
Misunderstood
Wrong, somehow
And not much good
But I’ve come to learn
As I have aged
I wasn’t born this way
I was made
Hereditary
And as you get older
Little by little
You begin to realise
That shit’s cyclical
Wars Of Attrition
Some people stay together
And hate every second of it
But as they’re bound by tradition
They put up with each others shit
They’re worn down day after day
But are far too scared to leave
For of a life full of happiness
They cannot possibly conceive
(Originally Posted 06.01.2021)
Copycat
She taught me everything I know
Both for the good and for the bad
Still, I cannot help but love her
As she’s the only mother I’ll have
Nature Vs Nurture
The
packet
cracks
As
the
tablet
snaps
And I
glug it
down
with
water
My
body
contracts
As
I face
the
facts
That
I am my
mother’s
daughter
(Originally Posted 11.06.2020)
I Can Still Hear Her Now
I’m not drunk
She says
It’s all in your head
I know you’re lying
She says
I’ve seen under your bed
Mother’s Ruin
As
the rot
starts
to set
in
I
pour
myself
another
gin
To
silence
the pain
in my
head
As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift
My
mood
starts
to
lift
And
I can
finally
get out
of bed
(Originally Posted 20.05.2020)
Season’s Beatings
I fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
Walking on eggshells all day
Faking smiles around a tree
I learned when I was five
Santa doesn’t deliver for free
That he prefers ‘good little girls’
And the one he favoured that year was me
As an adult I’ve tried to make it better
To erase him from my memory
But I still fucking hate Christmas
Just like Christmas hates me
Community
If it takes a village to raise a child
Then my neighbours must have been out
Because I pretty much
Dragged myself up
Of that there is no doubt
Kids
I
love
you
You
love
me
Let’s
make a
little
family
But try
not to
fuck
them up
Like our
folks did
to us
That way
they’ll be
fabulous
It’s Grim Up North
How
can
you
be so
funny
He
said
And
at the
same
time be
so sad?
Well
you
would
be
too
She
said
If you
had
the
childhood
I had
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
Parents
Drink his vodka?
I wouldn't lower myself.
'Manipulative Bitch'
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 