Wrote it sometime after getting back from rehab. It's about mom.


how DARE you?
i am only a lonely loca
not afraid to sell myself to
a promising idea
and you showed me that
i was wrong
you shoved and hated and scolded
and molded me, im your perfection
a little belief makes a big scar
scratched at midnight in my dream,
shaken and tossed like a burgundy doll.
and through all you admire
and coax and coo, and keep well away
from my contaminated fingers
i am on display, in your head,
behind glass, silently screeching,
as you sit, stare, and do not feel.