she wakes in the morning
throwing breakfast together
a typical scene across the world
making you feel special as you run off
"have a nice day"

home in the evening
changes take place
eyebrows furrow
eyes fill with blind rage
her anger not understood
never meant to be
anger rises in me
must get away
must get away from here...her
cant stand the nagging
cant take the pain
the obvious hatred
cant trust
cant depend on,must get away
from the beast
from the "sweet" one called mother.