Broken Home

She always said the most hurtful words, You are dumb, very stupid, you are a hoe cause you would actually suit it, Apparently it was her way of teaching, her way of capturing a Childs subconscious, To show how cruel the world can be, Her teachings where Savage and damage covered with love and chocolate, sweet to the eye, a lick of it would take you to the heavens, a bite of it would show you the raging hells of pain, See all she did was crush her babies to the ground, Mental torture was her woupon of choice, For her thoughts saw good in all her doings, Her babies grew with broken souls, a broken home they could embrace, They could not seek refuge in her arms, cause every good act had to be cashed, "the piggy bank should never run dry", she said, "cause for every act you have to repay, years of my life spent with regret, so give me a cheque so I can forget", See, it always Hurt her babies whenever she said it, it was a debt, Her demands where demanding, we all thought it was a phase, but then it clicked cause her husband was to blame, Well partially, for he too was quite insane, his treatments to her where of a typical village man, He had the objective of mental domination, at first it belittled her, but she grew stronger and it turned into a battle of the fittest of who would break whos soul faster, The love they had was toxic and quite the disaster, a sight not made for Kids, for every fight was put out in full screen, Her babies grew and knew nothing of a soft gentle love but in all this they fought through and created their own picture perfect sighting just for the four of them to have, They still loved their parents of cause but even loving them was hard for it required impressing them to be loved back.