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Tales of My Mother
Worms in my brain put there by your own ideologies
Dreams of escaping the prison you built for me
Never am I a child, but an object in your possession
Jealousy boiling up inside of you, creating an obsession
Putting your own insecurities on your kin
Using your words like knives cutting through my skin
Using your fists to hammer into me as I attempt to block every swing
I only want to escape your grasp on my wings
I would attempt to struggle my way out of your clutches
But I am just a bug caught up in your web of egocentric tendencies
The insignificant nothing that dropped out of your uterus
A burden on your own very existence
