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Mother
In that house
I see trivial wares in frivolous places
Piles of desires cluttering spaces
Overfilled closets of uncharted dreams
Decaying on the hearth, my shattered esteem
In that house
The emptiness endured; the hollow pride
Unfurnished wisdom; the devil’s chide
Your loathing of me was all to scathing
In your diffidence, I am bathing
In that house
The spoils of childhood wearing too thin
Unhandsome depravity of counterfeit kin
She idolized the one with the odious vice
He ravished young girls and didn’t play nice
In that house
I locked myself within the ire
The fallacious sin; the inherent mire
The hindered steps; the errant calls
Neglect the depths of these four walls
In that house
The pedestal’s base is complicated
Pressure progressed; I shouldn’t have waited
You let me fester in this absent devotion
Generational curse; the wheels in motion
In that house
my spirit was contemptuously charring
The abhor she dealt left plenty of scarring
No safety nor logic foreswearing design
She captured the virtue most many malign
Out of that house
I still carry the stains of aspersion
Up from the ashes, I culled the best version
Letting you go was the best choice I made
I am who I am, the foundation’s been laid
I see trivial wares in frivolous places
Piles of desires cluttering spaces
Overfilled closets of uncharted dreams
Decaying on the hearth, my shattered esteem
In that house
The emptiness endured; the hollow pride
Unfurnished wisdom; the devil’s chide
Your loathing of me was all to scathing
In your diffidence, I am bathing
In that house
The spoils of childhood wearing too thin
Unhandsome depravity of counterfeit kin
She idolized the one with the odious vice
He ravished young girls and didn’t play nice
In that house
I locked myself within the ire
The fallacious sin; the inherent mire
The hindered steps; the errant calls
Neglect the depths of these four walls
In that house
The pedestal’s base is complicated
Pressure progressed; I shouldn’t have waited
You let me fester in this absent devotion
Generational curse; the wheels in motion
In that house
my spirit was contemptuously charring
The abhor she dealt left plenty of scarring
No safety nor logic foreswearing design
She captured the virtue most many malign
Out of that house
I still carry the stains of aspersion
Up from the ashes, I culled the best version
Letting you go was the best choice I made
I am who I am, the foundation’s been laid
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