Setting: house of three

Daughters with a debt for their mothers to collect

So, each toe the line

Oh, when I go home, I’m not there, no

Because some time away still won't repair

Wounds that we didn’t make, but open

Restlessness becomes

A weapon that hides under my tongue

But by the skin of my teeth

Pity is a demon

Coursing through the night

Every time the door locks thrice

Mothers will expect that their

Daughters won’t forget

What they've sacrificed

Leave as a villain or stay behind

To howl as a victim who's “renounced”

Their pride in order to nurture

"What I couldn't do

Won't happen to you"

Clue: Every battle that presents itself

As new fits on a parallel between

Another child and their tender

Selflessness becomes

A lock and chain that keep her from

Chasing a fantasy

Save her, she's just a baby

Crawling on all fours

Eventually, she'll reach the door