A daughter's rage
most people would say i look like my mother , i've been told that's where i get my beauty from.
i hate that i look like her
my mother and her actions tore me apart from the inside out.
she took the person i was and like dough molded me into something else only half the person i once was.
i have rage for what she did to me it burns and boils inside of me waiting for the slightest exit to come out and explode.
As a daughter i must keep that in
as a daughter i must be kind
as a daughter i must be gentle
as a daughter i must be respectful
i could say i wish i looked like my father but i can't.
my father wasn.t as bad but he was exactly there either.
my father hurt me...but my mother broke me
what's the saying every girl needs a mother?
but mine walked out , she left , she chose a man over me .
and once again i have rage that burns and boils because of that
the rage burns for both of my parents because i was a child a fucking child .
i didn't deserve to be in the middle of whatever war that was
My rage does not just flicker like a candle in a dark room it burns brightly destroying everything in its path and if it was let out that's exactly what it would do.
But as a daughter i can't say these things
as a daughter i must be respectful
i have a daughters rage that cannot be spoken..
