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Sociopathic Mother (unfinished)
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She was a child once, so very long ago
Lingering in self-shame
With death upon the only love she knows
Fast forward, to a life of blame
He once kept her safe from any harm
He made her smile from ear to ear
When she cried, he held her in his arms
Never did she need to fear
But then he died and he was gone
Leaving her all alone
Wait, she still had her mom...
That bitch was made of stone
Mom was so happy to be rid of Daddy
The man who made ends meet
She poked fun at me and called me her 'fatty'
So I'd throw up everything I would eat
She'd taunt me and yell and scream out some lies
Challenging me to puke some more
She did not care that I could die
There was no one she cared for
But when her friends came around
She'd brag me up like I was her greatest gift
Then she acted like i was the trash of the town
The very second her wonderful friends left
She spent all his money and remodeled her home
Taking financial advice from no one at all
But guess what! She forgot to pay off the house
And she lost it, every cent, every ounce
She has everyone convinced she's an angel at best
They love her lies and her fake everything
They give into her needs cuz she needs them to
She's a fucking sociopathic personality
It's about
My father who died when I was 11 and then I developed Bulimia. My mother has always been cold as ice and very unsupportive with a narcissistic personality.
The soul brings us to life. It leaves our bodies when we die. Why then, is it such a stretch to believe that poetry written from the heart is branded into our souls? Like love is the key to the heart, poetry must be the key to the soul.
So
Is this about loss or anorexia? Sad - slc