She's put me in
Her petri dish
Letting me sit for a while
Than re-examines
Noticing my growth
Outside of her
Conventional
Erratic lines
I stopped asking why
The answers leaving on
The by and by
I hear her mumble
Hateful
Unjustified opinions
Pointing out all my wrongs
To anyone who will listen
I hold my tongue
Go about my business
Hug her goodnight
A glimpse of a softer her
Sneaking through
Her harsh words haunt me
Constantly making me
Question love
Oh
Mother, mother
You're breaking me
Tearing me apart
I don't want the bitterness
The sad heart.
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