The anger I am holding deep within
Is going to be released painfully onto you
Just stop with your petty bullshit
And get some fuckin clue.
I am holding a lot of pain inside
And you will never understand my life
You’ll just say I’m whining
And fill me up with even more strife.
Unlike you I have been tough shit
And have never officially overcame it
You have never been pressured into anything
Or even raped, but that’s just me throwing another fit.
You’re lucky I am able to control this anger
Or else you would have been in a grave
But you’re making it harder to stay sane
And I don’t think I can behave.
Understand this, my dear mother,
This is not only a piece of my writing
It’s what I have had on my mind for years
Even though to you, it could be frightening.
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