I Love You Mom, Please Don'T Hurt Me

On that day I first opened my eyes, The fourth of June, the month you despise. I saw the tears, your blubbering lies, your hate-filled speech as you curse the skies. I was your baby, innocent and pure, You saw a demon and a need for cure. So you yell and I plead, You burn and I bleed. Am I to blame for your lustless lives? My birth not flowers, but a bed of knives? You're in pain, I can see, But please mom. Don't hurt me.