I'm suppose to grin and bare it
As I watch a mother
Afraid of her daughter
Afraid to take a stand
Wear her crown
Be a parent.
Favoritism is for fools
She wears the egg on her face
Smiling
She'll cry later on
When no one is around
Or to her familiar tissues.
I'm suppose to smile
Even though I feel used
The black sheep
misunderstood but reliable
My name
It get's called more times than minutes
are clocked
Damn...what has my family become
This doesn't feel like home
Where is it
misplaced or evolved?
I envy those
That have good relationships with their mothers
Why wasn't I lucky
Will my child be distant from me too?
i'll do better to be closer... to them
Why should i smile
And accept that, that's just they way people are
When change is constant
And every action has a reaction
you slap me
i slap you
and i'll learn to never trust you again.
How is this fair?
When did it become ok to tolerate
abuse from loved ones
I'll never pass on this pain.
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