Dear Step Bitch (step mother)
Please tell me-
When I can breath
How I can talk
Where I can go
What I can think
Who I can love
And why you hate me
Treat me like a disease
Like the burden i am
Because I know it's hard for you to breath the same air as I do
But surely being in my presence is better than suffocating
Your mind is a goddamn joke
You say i should grow up, what a fucking hypocrite
Because at 36 you still bitch and poke
You treat life like an elementary school playground
So I have to be the adult and say when enough is enough
I try to remain calm, so i'll go take a smoke
And remember kids will be kids, no matter what age
1 - 13 and yes sometimes 36
And when you finally decide that it's time to swallow your self-dignity and pride
I'll be right by your side because i know you'll choke
And i wouldn't want to miss your grand finale.