Admit It
My mom abuses me.
She uses me.
She confuses me;
with her blind kindness;
and then strips it away;
with swift action;
if she senses a fraction
of dissatisfaction
with her actions.
My mom lies to me;
Dies to me;
If I step out of line
and into my own mind.
She's blind;
And deaf
and brings death
to anything that seeks life
outside her;
or defies her.
I cry to her;
But the tears
fall on deaf ears.
Been that way for years
But I'm still here.
I still fear
Living without her.
So I lie idly by;
Helplessly, hopelessly
following behind;
the times.
Out of sinc
And off rhyme;
Struggling, juggling
To hold it all in the air
Without care
For myself
And no help.
I'll just wait
my escape
But the prison gate
Remains strong
For so long
I can't imagine being free
To be me.
