YOUR MOM
The enfuriation. The anger. The rage.
Read my feelings like a book; page after page.
A secret book kept tightly shut with a lock
And a whisper as ominous as a pendulum clock.
They tug at my mind and beg me please;
Taking over my body like an infectious disease.
They collect until they know I'll give in.
Then all my feelings race out from within.
It's a force too strong to try and control
That makes me weaker by the day then takes its toll.
A punishment for not knowing what to say and when
And now that I recognize, don't know how to begin.
Mind alterations didn't help. They only hurt.
And caused emotional pain I can't seem to revert.
Never in my life will I leave backstage.
The enfuriation. The anger. The rage.
Read my feelings like a book; page after page.
A secret book kept tightly shut with a lock
And a whisper as ominous as a pendulum clock.
They tug at my mind and beg me please;
Taking over my body like an infectious disease.
They collect until they know I'll give in.
Then all my feelings race out from within.
It's a force too strong to try and control
That makes me weaker by the day then takes its toll.
A punishment for not knowing what to say and when
And now that I recognize, don't know how to begin.
Mind alterations didn't help. They only hurt.
And caused emotional pain I can't seem to revert.
Never in my life will I leave backstage.
The enfuriation. The anger. The rage.