if you detest vulgarities you should stop here.
this entry is heated, i am Fucking angry now
and won't bother to do the *s or f- sort of things.
spell it all out
its funny because i don't feel guilty not one bit
screaming at my Mother or even hurling words.
she is FLYING CRAZY, PARANOID, DOUBLE STANDARDS
and hell R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S beyond imagination.
you screwed me up badly,
living with you
i can come home skipping happy
yet in in five fucking minutes
you can make me feel like i had the worst day of my life
again. and again and again a cycle repeats.
its taking a toll on me
then i can come home from a setback, tired,
in need of quiet peace to rejuvenate my senses.
but you know what???!
YOU CAN NEVER GIVE ME, OR ANYONE PEACE.
peace is a term so foreign to you
are fucking quarrels the air you breathe i wonder?
i try & understand the plight you're in, loneliness
loneliness is able to drive a person mad.
after these years it seems the only lesson you reflected
is Nothing. pushing the blame to 3 of us against poor you...
WELL, FOR FUCK? CAN YOU TELL ME FOR FUCK?
YOU WERE HIS WIFE AND YOU ARE MY MOTHER.
every time you fuck me up i try and tolerate your nonsense.
a drop of water on the basin, a fucking strand of hair i missed,
you fuck me up > how a prisoner gets fucked up in his cell.
for my shoes, bags and clothes that are not significant in amount.
i know!!! goat dammit i know how much is A LOT -
MY FRIENDS HAVE A LOT OF SHOES, BAGS AND CLOTHES.
what are their Mothers going to do? KILL THEM?!!
I RARELY EVEN SHOP FOR FUCKS' SAKE.
when i am at war with you
through the door
i wish i am fucking stronger, like BigSis
so i can go face to face with your bloody demons.
i lose control of myself and i remember what Dad says
to ignore; i cannot & the tolerance i used to have is gone.
somewhere in them they recognize its never possible
but its the best advice they can give.
rage overwhelms me
as it has caught them countless of times in the past.
your deluded memory.
i used to believe your accusations but it sickens me today.
you are a selfless Mother i won't deny that.
your obsession though, your fucking extreme obsession
brought all your efforts down to point zero.
your voice a loud roaring thunder
going on & on & on & on & on & on & on &&& on
like a buzzing bee on for hours.
your moods fucking unpredictable,
i am your punching bag for whenever, whatever.
they hated living with you.
no fucking body has a single idea
what it is like, living with you
& ALONE. a 1-on-1 battle
i am always bound to lose.
i need to rent a room fast
said it before haven't done it
yeah to hell that i got no ability to.
i will find a way to fucking Break-Free soon.
God help me, help me to get a grip.
help me to tune a music when she starts.
this entry is heated, i am Fucking angry now
and won't bother to do the *s or f- sort of things.
spell it all out
its funny because i don't feel guilty not one bit
screaming at my Mother or even hurling words.
she is FLYING CRAZY, PARANOID, DOUBLE STANDARDS
and hell R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S beyond imagination.
you screwed me up badly,
living with you
i can come home skipping happy
yet in in five fucking minutes
you can make me feel like i had the worst day of my life
again. and again and again a cycle repeats.
its taking a toll on me
then i can come home from a setback, tired,
in need of quiet peace to rejuvenate my senses.
but you know what???!
YOU CAN NEVER GIVE ME, OR ANYONE PEACE.
peace is a term so foreign to you
are fucking quarrels the air you breathe i wonder?
i try & understand the plight you're in, loneliness
loneliness is able to drive a person mad.
after these years it seems the only lesson you reflected
is Nothing. pushing the blame to 3 of us against poor you...
WELL, FOR FUCK? CAN YOU TELL ME FOR FUCK?
YOU WERE HIS WIFE AND YOU ARE MY MOTHER.
every time you fuck me up i try and tolerate your nonsense.
a drop of water on the basin, a fucking strand of hair i missed,
you fuck me up > how a prisoner gets fucked up in his cell.
for my shoes, bags and clothes that are not significant in amount.
i know!!! goat dammit i know how much is A LOT -
MY FRIENDS HAVE A LOT OF SHOES, BAGS AND CLOTHES.
what are their Mothers going to do? KILL THEM?!!
I RARELY EVEN SHOP FOR FUCKS' SAKE.
when i am at war with you
through the door
i wish i am fucking stronger, like BigSis
so i can go face to face with your bloody demons.
i lose control of myself and i remember what Dad says
to ignore; i cannot & the tolerance i used to have is gone.
somewhere in them they recognize its never possible
but its the best advice they can give.
rage overwhelms me
as it has caught them countless of times in the past.
your deluded memory.
i used to believe your accusations but it sickens me today.
you are a selfless Mother i won't deny that.
your obsession though, your fucking extreme obsession
brought all your efforts down to point zero.
your voice a loud roaring thunder
going on & on & on & on & on & on & on &&& on
like a buzzing bee on for hours.
your moods fucking unpredictable,
i am your punching bag for whenever, whatever.
they hated living with you.
no fucking body has a single idea
what it is like, living with you
& ALONE. a 1-on-1 battle
i am always bound to lose.
i need to rent a room fast
said it before haven't done it
yeah to hell that i got no ability to.
i will find a way to fucking Break-Free soon.
God help me, help me to get a grip.
help me to tune a music when she starts.
