im so damn sick of mentally abuse
all the fuseing and allways me she acus-e-
I hate cleaning up by my self
why must she speed up my death
I know I anit a perfect person
She the reason why Im cursing
Yea im living in hell
what i go threw nobody i tell
she buy stupid stuff b4 give her kids a meal
myself sometimes i want to kill
Im a young adult i shoundt feel this way
Helpless and lonely in the sheets i lay
when Im up she knows how to bring me down
thats why all the time im mean and i frown
her additude her ways are so sour
sickin me when i see her evrey hour
im fed up with her cruelness
i hide the pain behind my coolness
she can fool yaw but she cant fool me
i know whats &+ who she really be
she try to judge me but dont now who i am
She doesnt deserve my respect i wonder why i say ma'm
