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.