Shouldn't a mother
Put her kids before herself?
Instead we feel abandoned,
Not just me, but also my brothers.
If she was still alive,
Would you have turned away,
Back to the monster,
The monster who strives,
Thrives on the misery of
Your children, children who
Try for your attention, your love,
But your love is one true,
He is the monster,
Who plays this game,
With your mind, kills your feelings,
Should fill you shame,
Instead you decide to pass,
Pass your life on by, waste it,
Waste it on the monster,
The monster called
GLASS