Mommy

I grieved prematurely

For this i'm sorry

But please understand

You were so close to the edge

Which gave me my edge

Selfishly

My soul was thin

My flesh was soft

And i was afraid of becoming like you

What do you do?

When your soul inheritance

Is your mother's disease

What do you do?

When the genes you've been give

Are soiled through

What do you do?

When your make-up runs

From your family

Honey

Though you've long moved on

I ask forgiveness from you

Who i have wronged

Who's name

Ive burned and perverted

And run through the mud