and they call you mother.

i guess this is my anthem for the time being.

i dont want to fall but sometimes i have to.
even if it hurts to do so.

anger in its purest form is you.
i just lost all my respect for you.
frustration in its purest form is also you.
you never listen do you?
and you're the purest form of disappointment.
becuase after 45 years, people would think you're the adult.
and you're wrong.
simple because you never listen.


tears will form.
but even if the anger is gone.
the hatred will still remain.




and i bet you forgot.