Something Worth Words

We move like vandals down darkened streets
And talk like dime store nobles

Shining blackness in our one track eyes
Shining blackness in our one track mind
Shining blackness in our one track eyes

Just like grabbed by lightning corners
Just like cannibals, we must be starving…

With the jobless scandals of society, with their churlish wretches
We want the graves and go for the bones
Of beloved ancestors and blessed saints

Deepest darkness in our blackened hearts
Got no time for you bleeding hearts
Deepest darkness in our blackened hearts
Got no time for you bleeding hearts

So the talents skipped a generation. Big fuckin deal. I don’t know what her problem was. She was so childish of being jealous of me. The woman who gave birth to me didn’t care that I could play the piano or the guitar, or that I could draw. The one thing she almost destroyed was my relationship with a guy. She saw the love between him and me. It was love that she never had. Well maybe if she wasn’t such a cold hearted selfish bitch, then she could have gotten that love. All she really cared about was sex and herself. I can’t believe I’m related to her. She still wants me to call her mommy. Well according to what happened when I was adopted, her parenting rights were terminated years ago and I’m gonna keep it that way. I don’t want anything to do with someone who is jealous of their own offspring. There were other things she was jealous of.I’ll list them here.
-I went pass Geometry. She never made it to Algebra 2.
-I chose to go to college. She didn’t and now she wishes she did.
-I waited. She didn’t.

She’s nothing to me now. I had to deal with all the bullshit she does. She goes to the bar everyday. I’m never talking to her again. I don’t care if she loses her home because the house she’s in should have been condemed years ago. It’s her own fault for being selfish and jealous of her own child.
I’m different from her. I chose a different path. All thanks to my grandmother.