We can talk about Demons.
Not the ones that hide under your bed,
How about the ones that tried to kill you, smashed your head.
The ones that said you would never amount and never go far,
The ones that tried to kill your mother, put her in their car.
The ones that stole a piece of your soul, that you'll never get back.
The ones that caused you pain, made you question what you lack.
How about the ones that got you drunk?
Or the ones that called you a chunk?
I remember mine clear as day,
She showed up so sweetly, then took three years away.
And that's not all she took, oh believe me.
I have no peace of mind, and my heart holds no key.
She made me feel unsafe, so unwanted.
That now at night, in my dreams I am haunted.
The screams of my mother, and the shaking of my bones,
Will never disappear, and this she owns.
I suffer psychologically everyday,
Will I ever be accepted, at least in one way?
Being stripped of my pride, my independence, and my humanity has all had its effect on me,
I'll just make sure that I'm not the piece of shit she thought I would be.
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