Paranoid Poetry Paradise

To: Mom, With Hate

The memories I have of you aren't happy at all
That's why I have blocked you out and built these walls

That one night you were drunk and pelt a stone through the window
You grabbed hold of me like any mother would and at that time I wanted to go

Tears falling from my eyes, memories of you, tainted
You were always late but I had still waited

Your promises broken, your lies see through
My eyes captured every moment with you

Once upon a time I did love you so
But as I grew up I knew I needed to let go

That's exactly what you did to me, I'm doing you the same
So when I can't look you in the face know that you're to blame

To caught up in your youth to care for your first daughter
Now I'm grown up hating the girl looking at me in the mirror

I remember the times you showered me with motherly love
Now they're just lost memories of what was

I know I was too much to carry a burden
That why my childhood was stolen

That time we lived in the board house washing clothes in a bucket
Well I've left you and that life I won't fall for any of your b*llsh*T

We hard some hard times, some good times, some bad times too
Unfortunately, I'm writing this one to you.