I hate the way you dissect...
every little word.
Every movement I make
is observed and retaliated against.
So I'm not what you want!
At least I'm not a fraud!
I speak my mind
I don't need a drink to unwind.
You call yourself a parent
but your never really there.
You know nothing of me
of any of us; "your mistakes".
You don't understand
because you cant feel
my pain, my love, my tears.
I want so much to be
what you "want".
However I'm imperfect.
So come on Mommy Dearest...
Dissect me!

<3 Ray

I used to think I needed you,
now I know I don't.
All you ever did was bash me down,
and shove it down my throat.
Id sit there with this horrible frown
yet still all you wanted was to break me down.
All the "love" from you was paid for with a fee,
with all the pain you caused me.
The torment and the lies.
Why did I even try?
You sat there with this sick satisfaction,
of knowing Id feed your every addiction.
Still with every inch of my soul I aimed to please,
hoping that one day you'd allow me off of my knees.
This game was so overrated.
Yet you played it so well.
How should I have known
your love was just as bad as hell

<3 Ray

Anyone know anything cool to do in that area? Ive never left the northeast so it should be interesting.

Syracuse sadly.