Sometimes I write things 

And they sound so drastic 

Like things my mom said 

Or things my dad did 

And you would think I was abused 

As a child or something 

 

No wonder they say 

I’m so dramatic 

I’m writing villains 

Of loving parents 

And you would think I’m just full 

Of traumas or something 

 

I swear they’re good folk 

Who just piss me off 

Because I’m a little messed up in the head 

But that’s  

 

Not their fault 

I’m an adult 

With all of the problems I inherited 

That’s all 

 

Sometimes I rage type 

Like I’m a hero 

Spitting hell’s fire 

To crush the demons 

And you would think I was right 

That I was good or something 

 

A people’s champion 

I sound so righteous 

Like I have reasons 

Like I’ve fought demons 

And you would think I’m a survivor 

Of great harms or something 

 

But everyone is good folk 

Who just piss me off 

Because I’m a little messed up in the head 

But that’s 

 

Not their fault 

I’m an adult 

With all of the problems I never learned to settle 

That’s all 

 

I swear they raised me right 

And I stay of trouble 

Because I like to play god 

Plus all his angels 

 

I even found my way 

Despite their protests 

And I have good people who stay 

Despite their prayers 

 

I swear they raised me right 

You like me, don’t you 

They don’t know even know about 

Half the hell I went through 

 

I swear they’re good parents 

That’s really not sarcastic 

I love them and I wouldn’t trade them for the world 

But if I did have the world 

Things would have been 

…Different 

 

I swear they’re good folk 

Who just make mistakes 

Like everyone else 

 

It’s not their fault 

They’re not allowed to say 

They don’t like the way I turned out 

 

But they love me 

So it’s all okay