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MOTHER
Contributed by
TypenLutschen
on
Monday, 24th February 2003 @ 04:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Always the poster child for "silent bravery". Always the martyr, blaming everything on me. Too high and mighty for this life of guilt and trash Caught in the stitchery where faith and frenzy clash.
So you have suffered you have made it all well known, Get your own help,mom, we have problems of our own. Your dreary eyes see only what is done to you You don't realize the pain you put your family through.
Gather up your hate and swallow down your pride Your selfish sickness has become too much to hide. You need to stay afloat for just one purpose now you think we don't care but you've never shown us how.
I call you mother in a loose sense of the word you're much more hopeless than the Lord would have preferred.
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