Mothers, Daughters, Martyrs, Disorders

Too intelligent to know that I am actually dumb at least in part

Railing at my mother for her stupidity, break her heart

I clung to her approval with needs to validate

My reason for being different so my true hopes I could sate

You told me things about the world that I could have seen were not quite true

If I'd had my eyes wide open, if I wasn't just like you

Living in a bubble always trying to them please

While your daughter learnt to live her life forever on her knees

You said 'my friends all love me!', then scowling looked my way

Treating me like I'm a weirdo when its because of her they stay away

But I never even knew that, the reason for no friends

Was the vibe they got from my mother who never taught me to pretend

I faced the jokers and the smokers and the crap that comes to heel

I sucked their cock, gave compliments snd tried hard not to feel

But the asshole that i found down that angry drugged up hole

Would lead me through the worst conditions but help me find.my soul.

So I know now, I can see, I do not have a bubble head

I can see my mother's trying and there's nothing in her head.

Thick as a brick i say, too stupid to work it out

But I now have some misgivings snd a lot of dreaded doubt

I treated her like shit and I have to make amends

I have got to learn the patience and of her needs to tend

I do love my own mother I guess I never really thought

That the fighting wouldn't help. It would lead to less than nought.

So my problem was my intelligence and my stupidity too

I went a different way in life, but ended up a bit like you.