How dare she taunt me?
Have I not kept calm?
With the patience of a saint,
I waited for here to be done
Ridiculed even by my mother,
I held my tounge.
Her stupid banter hurts me,
She must hate the way I am
I wear a bell,
I shout and sing and dance
Oh how she loathes it
How she loathes that bell
With her best friend on that phone,
They chuckle, tease, and taunt
I feel I don't belong
How could a mother do this?
She is not proud of me
I study, draw, and learn
And in return,
I get her cold shoulder
From birth I've been above her
My maturity gained naturally
I turn my back and let it go
But mother,
This wrist has seen one blade
I bled, it hurt
You are calling it back,
Will you laugh when I cut?
