I wake another day, still lost in this wintry war..
Taking a breath, I imagine so much more..
Feeling like an animal caught for the zoo..
But the real story remains that I had an abusive mother like you..
I always say it’s okay, and forgive you for the hurt..
Because I’m such a kind person, but I’ve never forgotten the words..
Some things you have said still hit me in my core..
The only difference now is I escaped from your House of Horrors
