13 July 2012
My mother was born On April, Friday the 13th She was a bleach blonde Without any teeth
She's a terrific person From her friends eyes Although she's bipolar And filled with lies
Theres room for improvement As there is in all of us But she's got it the worst But we don't give a fuss
She's my mother Been married three times Turned gay this last And stopped with her crimes
She has never been there For only me The rest of her daughters Were never free
My sisters and I Have had a rough past She was there for them But for me, it'd never last
She slept all day When I was little The graveyard shift Made us both very brittle
But I worked my hardest To earn her attention By being the best I could For awards and no detentions
Every day, there was something new But picked up by my step-mom Who didn't have a clue
She never cared And was never there Although it seems like She is fair
Born on Friday the 13th My mother seemed so nice Except she's a hypocrite Skating on thin ice
To strangers She's wonderful To family She's horrible
We want to say we love her And we truly do But it's really hard When she won't love you
So there's my first insight On Friday the 13th Memories of my mother Who is the least bit sweet
Friday, The 13th • Opuss № I