I'm a bastard
Sometimes, I don't recognize the face I see,
Haunted by the echoes of who I used to be.
Influences, reflections, blood ties that bind,
Leave me feeling lost, leaving scars behind.
Ashamed of the shadows that linger in my past,
A burden I carry, heavy and vast.
Memories like ghosts, trailing in my wake,
This shxt buries me down, can't you hear the heart break?
Can’t you hear it? it's not a quiet sound,
I’ve been so lost, still have fragments which haven't been found.
I want to beg forgiveness for the things I've said and done,
For the thoughts that plague me, one by one.
I'm sorry for being who I am, for the mistakes I've made,
I’m a bastard, but that's a fate I can’t change.
And placing blame won't change the course already laid.
It's time to take ownership, to embrace my truth,
To let go of the burdens, to break free from the noose.
I must learn to accept myself, flaws and all,
To stand tall, to rise after the fall.
But there's a voice, a whisper, poisoning my mind,
A legacy of pain, cruel and unkind.
You, the one who should've nurtured, who should've cared,
Instead, you left scars that cannot be repaired.
You’re not worthy of the title, Mother,
And I am the victimised daughter.
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Socky xxx
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