|For Daddy Dearest...
You should have beaten me more.
atleast then I'd have an excuse,
for the simmering rage in my belly.
You should have controlled me more.
then I'd have a reason to rebel,
an excuse to throw a fit.
you should have told me I'm useless,
said I wasn't good enough.
maybe then I could justify my self-loathing.
But instead I have logic, love, and compassion.
I have no target, excuse or justification for these feelings.
So I sit and scream inwardly,
and I play your little game,
dance your little dance,
while inside I'm hollow.
swoon mother fucker... swoon...