Rabid Dog Mother

I close my doors
Keep out all who want in
They tell me,
Treat her kindly
I tell them whatfor
They tell me,
She is the womb who made you
I tell them a filthy lie

She's a weight on my stomach
Piling up and up and up
A pound a day,
Building up every single one
Topped by a beautiful rose
And petty little lies

Her mouth drips acid rain every time she speaks
I don't even call, these days
I slide dinner under the door and
Whisper sweet goodnights to her
Praying she'll kiss me and tuck me in like she always would

I cut the past from my brain
Had the surgeon goop it out
So I stop crying at night
Things used to be happy,
They really used to be happy.
But if I remember that much,
How can I hate her?
No one would let me,
So I forget the better days,
And only relive the suffering until
I cut all ties from the world.

We don't even talk unless money is involved,
These days, I can't even smile when she's home.
All I asked was if she wanted to go out to eat,
And she calls me a whore
A horrible person who won't even feed her,
How despicable she spits at me

I want to take care of her,
But she's a rabid dog.
Won't let me pay her bills,
Just asks for money,
And chastise me for making too much.
What am I even doing?
I can't even want, anymore.

I want to get away,
Far away.
Even if I lived in a box,
It'd be better than with the dogs.
At God's gate, when he asks
Why I didn't honor thy mother
Honor thy father,
I'll ask for a grand seat in hell,
Cause it couldn't get any worst than her,
Sucking the life out of me each and every day