Dear Mother, Dear Father

Dear mother dear father,
The scars on my wrists,
Are the side- effects your pain inflicts.
I can’t be the perfect daughter,
It’s just not in my destiny,
Look at all the blood that has dripped,
Your the cause of this mental state,
It’s your fault I suffer and mop,
Look into my eyes and see my hate.
Burn me at the stake and destroy my soul,
I’ll be the Serra Bellum left to behold.
I’ll come back from the dead to seek my revenge.
I have a way of moving on but the memories will always stay,
My head keeps pounding with your stupid infanities.
Bleve me when I say roses are red, violets are blue,
You’ve gotta say what you want, and mean what you say,
Before I scream ‘get the hell out of my face.’
I’m about to blast you with my intellect power,
These words fly out of my mouth like a harsh disaster,
Don’t stand in the line of fire or you’ll get blown over,
Take all of your bullshit and shove it down the drain,
I’m sick of hearing you plead and scream,
Your only hear to entertain.
I’ll make you dance and stand on your hands,
Your the victim of my new found game.