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