Humiliation

Unrelenting Fear
Is your means of control

Brutal Assault
Your favorite release

Our Modest Mistakes
A preferred scapegoat

Any Blunt Object
Your weapon of choice

Equals

The perfect formula for our degradation

Especially mine

Nothing is beyond you, beneath you
As long as it equals Betrayal
Betrayal of the innate feelings
A parent should have for their children

But you soul is black
Empty, cracked

You believe I should pay
For the feelings that
You cannot shake today
Evil bitch.

You Wretched, Horrible
Vile, Deplorable,
Heinous, Revolting
Reprehensible, Whore.

You went beyond hitting
Beyond kicking and spitting

You went to a place
With a Contemptible face
Your actions toward us Debase
How can you stand
To look at your own face?

There are times
And places you went
That a mother, even you
Were never meant.
Though you swore on occasion
You pretended to repent
You went far, too far,
When you gave up your
Blunt object
In favor of excrement.

You turned on the young one
Late, late one night
Screaming, crying, laden with fright
Over something which he had no control
It's that very night,
I heard your true soul

As the torture waged on
That fateful night
I glanced across the room
In desparation

The phone outside my door
Ttoo frozen in fear to use

I will never forgive
The sickening things
You forced the young one to live

One day your day will come
You will be judged
You will be rejected
Your intentions
On your soul reflected

When it's time
They'll know your crime

And your name.

Mask

You are what you want the world to see,
Outside the home or so you believe
You chatter and smile,
But I can tell that it's forced.

When the others are around,
You pretend that you're proud
However, I know
There's other places you'd rather be.

Your mom must be proud,
They would say aloud
I only agree
Because you're standing right there.

Two hours ago, you raged at me
I was Dense
And Stupid
And Ugly
And Useless
And Worthless
And Fat
And Lazy
A Slut
A Whore
An Idiot
A Retard.......

And let's not forget
You also hoped that I would be
Hit by a bus
Run down by a car
Have my head clubbed in
My hair chopped off
Pushed off of a bridge
Better off dead in a ditch
With my teeth knocked in.......

Now two hours later I'm pretending,
That my now captured glory will be neverending
However I know
Two hours from now it will change

When I get home I'll be
Dense
And Stupid
And Ugly
And Useless
And Worthless
And Fat
And Lazy
A Slut
A Whore
An Idiot
A Retard.......

All because you had a bad day.