Bullshit, Mother

Ping!

"J, Tabitha, I'm sorry. I can't live with you anymore. In time you will understand why I have to do this. Please take care of your little brother. I love you."

I love you.

I know that's a lie, Mother, you know it too;
You never loved me, and I never loved you.
I only say I do 'cause Dad needs to hear it;
He's in too much stress, he doesn't need any more shit.

You act like you're holy, you act like you're right,
Like I'm living in darkness and like you've seen the light.
You preach way too much--and yet, you're a hypocrite;
But now--now, you've left, and the better that you did.

You yelled at the maids and pissed everyone off;
You looked down on all, with a snort and a scoff.
I was never your child, and you said so yourself,
I was over the roof when you said farewell.

Tell me, now, Mother, can you recall
The day you said I shouldn't have been born at all?
Pray tell me, Mummy, do you remember
The time you said "I wish I wasn't your mother"?

You might not, but I remember it all;
With brush and with paint, it's up on my wall.
You've lashed and you've whipped with your venomous words--
you've always had ways of making life worse.

But I shouldn't care now, 'cause you've gone away
And in all honesty I'd do well to say
that it's better for me, it's better for us
to pretend and believe that you're nothing but dust.

I don't care what you say, I have made up my mind;
I will still feel this way when I'm old, deaf, and blind.
You were never my mother, remember that well;
The next time I see you, it will be in Hell.


Ping!

Bullshit, Mother.