She did not know my father
Maybe that’s why she abused me further
I was always shaking
But she always said I’m faking
I wanted to fight
But how could I when she thinks she’s right
It’s not fair
That I fear her
I always knew she had venom
But didn’t know to use it was her norm
I always ran a marathon
Knowing that it had thorns
I wanted to fight my own battles
But they were hard like a mantle
She always gave me insults
Not knowing someone was insight
She conceived me outside of marriage
Maybe that’s what caused her rage
I’m glad her suit is orange.