Chopin

My mother was slow couldn't tell truth from lie she was born far before of her due time her father hated women he told her she wasn't liked she believed God was him watching her from the sky My father was broken he carried the sperm of hell he knew how to trick people he knew how to lie well his parents treated him like a dog his wife cheated on him he took my mother by the arm and made her pay for all of them... I was conceived one day in the middle of chaos and tears his seed and one of hers created me not so dear my mother saw his face every time I was near in the end she walked away and forgot that I was here... Life can be a melody which sounds like Chopin a solo of piano in B minor a nocturne with no sun a sonata or a prelude a fantasy or a ballad and sometimes like heavy metal in my lonely heart. Jessica