She drinks it slow

My fear, it grows

Her true self begins to show.

All this mental, emotional assault it aches

But its all my fault

Atleast, that’s what she fakes.

Her intoxicating laugh, her cry

makes you believe all of her lies.

Her words, they stab

Her lies, they grab.

That woman, my enemy, my pain

That mother, my mother, the blame.

I love my mother

I love her eyes

But I hate that woman

I hate her lies.

That woman is not my mother.

Not the mothers whose taught me to read.

She's the woman whose hearts full of greed.

Not the mother whose shown me the sun.

She's the woman who knows what she’s done.

Not the mother who is proud of her child.

She's the woman whose screams are loud and wild.

All this trauma,

All this senseless drama,

Because she took that drink

She let it sink.

This woman in power

Left for me to cower.

Was it worth it?