My life consists of straitjackets and bow-ties,
grinning with white lies..
a childish answer and a pathetic call out for a cry..
growing stronger and closer to dying everyday..
bombshells a reaction to what I've seen
shell shock of things to become.
a constant gratitude for the unfortunates
beckoning thoughts destructing all my simplicity and pain
fake answers and lies i give you all day
never ending unanswered promises passed out and gone away
I'm a nothing to you for you and because of you
a child destroyed me and i am no more
my life is not my own but one shared and made to look of joy
instead i cringe and pretend to enjoy this "wondrous" thing mother hood...
