The sinister urge to break free from your wrath,
free myself from the blame,
the train of never-ending shame,
the ongoing game,
the little bits of brain,
you feed me.
To destroy is your aim
my dreams of living in fame
advice ending in flames
on my goals and my decisions I’ve made,
but you still can’t change me.
Screaming and shouting,
calling each other that horrid name
but its really all a game
that makes me feel insane
and question your love for me.
They call you my mother, my savior, my guardian.
You’re at the top of my family’s food chain
but who I am to claim
those nasty words that drain
the life of me.
It’s all taken personal
and it all leaves pain
with nothing to gain.
So, why do we play this game
when I don’t want it to overcome me?

I love you,
All of you,
none of you,
and some of you.
And it hurts to thinks you hate me.

But you don’t.
It’s unconditional, right?
One day we’ll come to see the light.
That makes us stop all the fight
and we’ll rewrite
the past that has controlled me.