Yes, l could hate her.
She didn’t know my name.
She didn’t know I came.
To see her.
One time I was part her.
A big part now, I saw just how
She argued for her weakness.
I sat there keeping speachless.
That pie hole closed, well,
I supposed that game would make
A place for me.
I would then be free
To make a brand new path
Without her wrath.
Pretending I don’t love her.
Ahh, dementia. The weakening mind pump.