Trauma: A Psych Case

Author Genesis FireMoon

You’re a liar

And a fake crier

You never loved me

I’m just Amy ... plain crazy

Don’t you care about your own Karma

Or are you too busy brewing up more Drama

May the Gods show their mercy to you

As a mother you said to me ... shoo

You didn’t even buy my first bra

Your forgetting everything that I saw

Never had any talk about sex

Befriending the sick and diseased ex

Your best friend is Rob

Did you expect me to sob

Never taught me how to sew or cook

So my best friend became a book

Your sculpting hands grasped for control

My innocence is what you stole

Your care gave me physical scars

You never did your drinking in bars

Even before the iron landed

I was already stranded

I see you two flipping me off

All that does is piss me off

You told me to hide my altar

Doesn’t matter, my Gods do not falter

Isn’t menopause great

Your letting it lead your fate

Since I was seventeen

You wanted me to give up my dream

You called me a bitch

I’m actually more of a witch

Dabblers shouldn’t dabble

Stop dabbling while your babbling

You said she touched me

Apparently the truth you forgot to see

So much wasted energy my face to you is blurred

Closet drunk, all your words to me were slurred

MS is the invisible disease

Give me more stress mother please

Take me off your X-mas list

You thrive when I’m pissed

I’ve never needed your permission

In this life I’m on my own mission

Unpredictability is the beauty on my side

Your scope of reality isn’t that wide

Making a few dolls to become famous

Yes mama, you made me shameless

Where I have been

There is no such thing as sin

Now the only company you have is your dolls

I annoy you only because I have balls