My faults are many, my sins are very few,
Betraying myself daily as I bend and break for you.
I feel lacking, but excessive at the same time.
Begging forgiveness, never knowing my crime

I wake up trembling, after your day demanding
Anxious, hearing you across the landing.
Nervously hesitant I come to my feet,
Panicked by which mood, today I will meet.

You traded my love and affection
For drama chaos and Attention,
I would of done anything for you!
How could you be so cruel?

Aching for your followers opinions,
Impressing your body of Minions.
With tales of hardship and lies.
About the mother you daily despised.

Don't you try to deny it,
I know your lies in public and private.
Humility and patience, is never known
Your turgid temper never outgrown.

Mocking my past with sardonic delight,
Furiously typing words of anger and spite.
Mixing your bile with half truths,
I was only here for you to abuse.

In the night, you left without a word,
Radio silence, no mention of all that occurred.
Burnt your bridges, my lesson was well learned
Your choice to leave, but mine for you never to return.

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