Mommy dearest

My mind is growing weary
as I sit here with a swollen face ...
My mother likes to beat me,
but this time I put her in her place.
She threw her fist at my face,
my sister was in tears.
This time I wasn't going to sit still,
So I forgot about my fears.
I pounded my fist against her face and
ripped out chunks of hair.
Tore her necklace off her chest,
but fuck I didn't care.
I'm sick of getting treated like shit,
I'm done getting walked all over.
I let my anger run free
and before I knew it my sister was infront of me.
I lost control and
attacked her aswell.
I realized what I had done and
I dropped to my knees.
The anger consumed my soul
and now I'm walking down diablo.
I threw all my cares out the window,
Waved to a cop.
Now I'm handcuffed in the backseat
I confessed to what I had done ...
now I gotta live with myself
and deal with what I've become.
A spitting image of my mother ...

~ Mariah Dalli