I’m angry and I’m allowed to be

You were supposed to be thinking about me

I have my own now, and I can see

Everything that you were supposed to be

I know it’s cliché to blame shit on the parents

But it’s a rhyme for a reason, and I’m going to share it

You chipped away at my humble begining

And made me feel like being honest was sinning

I should’ve been brought up to love who I am

But you spilt my reality and forgot to give a damn

If my father is “evil” and my mother is “crazy”

Don’t you think my sense of self felt a little hazy?

Then I got to watch you do everything you should have done for me

I’m still doing it, and you brag, and from this I can’t be free

You love me in the way that comes from obligation

I have needed it, and used it, but it comes with hesitation

After I take a hand when I need it

I feel tiny, and corrupt, and morally defeated

I’m just starting to understand what thirty years of feelings have meant

I know I’m not broken, but good lord, I am bent