Poems of Flesh and Blood

Stepmother of The Ton

When will it be enough for you? 

Do I have to work til I'm 6 feet underground just for you be to proud?

It doesn't matter since I was never your kid anyway.

Asked me for solutions but shut me down any and every chance you get. 

Picking on me isn't what I would call it. 

More like being a bitch fits than anything that has been said. 

Got the highest score in class but yet the letter is still trash. 

"You do nothing when you get home," 

You don't know how much I sweat studying to meet your expectations to be met. 

Slave away to each word you spit at my face. 

People should become parents out of love, not out of duty. 

"I hope your kids turn out like you like you,"

You yelled this with such hatred but I hope it's true.  

I would love to see what I would've become if I had been raised with the best intentions. 

I was born pure but was tainted in the process. 

I wonder who is to blame in this unfair game.

Maybe instead point the finger at yourself while looking into the mirror. 

See the mess that you created trying to figure out who is the most hated.