It's complicated, trying to talk to you like this.
I'm looking at you but all I can see is her.
Hear her voice, her words coming out of you.
Forgive me that I don't trust you.
I've heard her voice far too long,
Screaming from your lips.
Her fire burning me from your eyes.
But all I've wanted is an explanation.
You finally gave me one.
A platform of justification
Borderline Personality Disorder
And I finally defined you and her.
You are a Mom
Trapped deep inside yourself.
Struggling with the guilt and the pain
Consuming you slowly.
She is only a biological mother.
She is rage, she is hate, she is illness.
She has been eating away at your heart,
Like a worm at an apple.
I don't need her, but I did need you.
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