What is a mother's love
An open hand or fist
There's nothing left to say
Every word I speak you twist
Making it sound bitter
Full of hate and rage
All thats left for me
Is to write it on this page
Then maybe you will see it
For a moment you'll see me
Then the screaming starts again
And I am no more free free
To be myself once more
To not live like this in fear
To have to run and hide
Each time that you are near
I tried to make you happy
To do just as you said
But in the end by pleasing you
The real me is dead
And what is left to show for it
Except the tears and pain
That lie with me until I sleep
And are waiting when I rise again