Mother Dear.

When you think of the word mother what comes to mind?
A picture of two children enveloped in their mothers arms?
A mother and child sharing a hot chocolate, both have big smiles pasted on their faces?
A picture of a bottle of wine half-empty, a mother nearby slurring and stumbling uncontrollably as the child hides out in the bedroom?

You have become your worst fear mother dear.
You are your own mother, a drunk who no one wants to be near.
A woman who was once someone worth knowing, now someone to stay clear of.
Now I will have the pleasure of telling my children, "Your grandmother was once an amazing mother. Believe me, I know it doesn't show now, but she was really something before."
People will scoff and disregard when I try to defend what's left of you.
I cannot believe it has come to this, you have turned into this. Your worst nightmare.
All those empty promises, all those lies, all that hope evaporating.
All those dreams I had of your full recovery. There is no one left to blame Mother, no one but yourself.
"I'm sorry" has become your catchphrase. You have become predictable, unworthy of praise.
Some might even say unworthy of the love give forth to you.
This game you are playing, this "schedule" of yours, won't work anymore.
I don't want to be understanding, you have no condition, no illness, you are killing yourself.
I am tired of making excuses for you, I am tired of saying one day you will come around.
I am tired of hoping you will make it out and be the way you once were.
I am tired of you.

Carry me around with you when it's convenient for you.
Make sure you remember me while you're out and about.
Drag me behind as you look at what interests you most.
Put me down when you've had enough and leave me be.
I am only here for you, I do not matter in this.
Run around hysterically when you have forgotten where you placed me.
Only to buy another to make sure you have one for comfort.
I am nothing to you, nothing but an audience.
Your sole witness to your pitiful existence, your cowardly life.
The words that come forth from your mouth are disgusiting and always self-centered.
You drink from the bottle as if it is the elixir of youth.
Perhaps, that is why you have such trouble putting it down.
Oh how I wish to break free of you.

Demons.

The ground beneath me is splitting open, threatening to swallow me whole.
I'm wandering around this wasteland trying to find somewhere to hide.
You've always told me I can run from you but I'd never be able to hide.
Who knew I'd have to try and fight you to stay alive.
My mind is hazy and my thoughts are jumbled.
I'm wondering how far I'am away from you.
The sky is bleak and the vultures are circling above, waiting.
How long have I got before I start to fall apart.
Am I to be their next meal?
I search for you everywhere, afraid you'll be around the next corner.
My life is endanger but I keep wanting to hand over my heart to the grim reaper.
Your shadow is haunting me...

Deceitful Maiden

Oh deceitful maiden, how you look so lovely and innocent to me.
Those eyes of yours have evil lurking behind them.
Trouble is brewing deep within your heart, I can feel your demons looming.
How I wish to tear you in two, save the better half of you for myself.
And yet you remain unfaithful to those who let your stories wash over them.
Your many followers and admirers, oh how they beg for you to be their queen.
Have they seen what lies behind your smiles and empty promises?
Do they not realize their queen is nothing but an imposter?
You are quite a sinister creature, reaching out with your claws and smiling with your teeth bared.
You are the picture and they are the frame, oh they burn for you my darling.
And you'll let them burn to the ground.