Weakness. My ode to you, my dear.
You call me a bad mother,
Yea well were are you?
I’ve been with my children
amongst the good and bad.
I didn’t run,
I stayed and fought
like a proud person would.
I will give credit to the devil himself
you tried to hold me down,
you tried to win.
My weakness was never me
it was always you.
You made me believe all the things you said
repeating them daily,
I finally accepted the things you said as fact.
Not now,
because I see inside you,
I see beyond the fakeness
that solid front you have
I found the crack in the foundation.
You are weak,
you are full of bitterness
and shame,
building yourself up in everyones eyes with lies.
It took me a while to see you for what you were
but once I did it was almost the end anyway
You took away my life.
You tell people lies
How did I do anything
but stand beside your weak ass and hold you up
You still hold on to a piece of me.
I am waiting for the day you finally say
you don’t need me anymore
Don’t play and act innocent
This isn’t about the material things.
This is about actions,
and its time you plead guilt for yours.
You made things what they were.
You made the bed you ultimately died in.
you are reborn trying to pretend that past life never happened.
If I were her
I’d take a look at your past
before I decided to invest anything in such a lost cause.
You are like a sickness that creeps upon someone
and hangs around until you kill them.
You suddenly think you are better than I.
I never say I am better than anyone
but dear I am better than you.
I will gladly give you that freedom you crave
I want to be free of the disease that plagues me
