A Mother's Love

Narcissism as a mode of operation

To love and ruin as a dual fascination

Without control you lack a sense of intent

Constant creation of a truth to augment

Power comes from the things that you take

A youngling, another spirit to break

Poisoned supply, from the hand that gives

A cold shoulder, no force to forgive

Am I not worthy of love?

I'm not proud of my accomplishments either

Does it find you after all?

Is this bond instated by survivors?

So take this gift

That you bestowed on me

And hold it over my head so affectionately

This frail bond that led me astray

A beacon to home, a road to dismay

I see the strain when it's time to connect

I feel the resent with the loss of respect

Validation through pain

The act of love never without restrain

Beg for all that you get

A life ruined, already spent

Find comfort in the mirage

Pains color, your hidden flaws

The festering wound and the trail of deceit

A shift of power and the anguish at your feet

A simple vow to deter from the wreck

I'll feel the weight of shame wrapped around my neck

A paper crane wish shot into the sky

I dream one day to never have to live a lie

So take this gift

That you bestowed on me

And hold it over my head so affectionately

The burden I never chose to be

All the weight that's forced on me

Regrets on the life you spent

A figure for all you resent