How I Despise Thee, Let Me Count The Ways
From the first day you brought me home, you knew you would trap me, never let me roam. In your eyes I was nothing, full of many flaws. Many times I wanted to hit you ,but just beat up the walls. You never wanted me to have any choices, grounded all the time. If I made the wrong noise, Is blowing your nose a crime? You point out everything bad, with my face and hair. Did someone make you a God today, when I wasn't there? I've been on my own now,going on 14 years. I've been hurt too much, the end of two face nears. You've always worried about what everyone would think. What are they going to say now? As YOUR shit begins to stink. I despise you,I wish you would go torment another. I love you and always will, But I despise you being my mother. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 01:14 PM PST 0 • 10
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