Diketty dike

My moms flat top would always make my friends ask things.

Questions of is that your moms room where her girlfriend sleeps?

That was kind of a ringer I should have heard.

But the denial sang like a songless bird.

When it came to pass with birthdays and christmas.

It was always okay to be ruined by that sour fu**ing ass.

You always put her first instead of your son.

My relations were severed early completely done.

Her say was golden and mine was greyed out.

Their fights made nights sleepless hours they went on.

Then finally some rest at the break of dawn.

When my school work failed it was always my fault.

When you faced my truth of this matter you slammed the door and walked.

Tired of their sh*t I became self shut off and bland.

Wanting to leave home alone and explore the land.

3000 miles away from the home I knew.

Lost out numbered and doubled crossed times two.