Customary considerance of a life you never understood
Nor could you ever know fully or possibly grasp
Born a child...an unfortunate female of this world
Brought down upon her by herself and and and
Nonstop unspoken brutal truths of hatred sadness confusion
These were never brought down on you by her
She knew always that you were never strong enough
Your weakness was her imperfections and you
You played blind to the sight of a daughter
A daughter that you knew was just looking for a way out
But without an extended hand from the people she was
She was silently screaming for
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU WANT HER TO DO?
So here she is...bold faced and finally honest
At least to herself
She understands the implications of just being that person
The fucked up one that is not socially deemed crazy but
But most definitely a self proclaimed nutcase
There is nothing like originality, which is what makes you
You who "tried your hardest" more fucking pathetic
Because what would have been really unique and really
The right move. That would have been to come to her aid.
Isn't that originality embarrassing?
I am so sorry that I could have possibly put you through that social blunder.
Truly.