Terrified tears stream from tiny eyes,
You words tear through me like shards of shattering glass.
Mom always yelled on my birthdays,
Because you were never there,
With your whore you’d rather reside.

The only daughter you have ever had,
But you don’t care,
No thought was given,
You would rather shoot up your heroine and drink your alcohol.
Lying to mother to save face;
Bastard! By me you are hated with a poisonous passion.

Your evilness and your deception are welcome no more;
If next we meet in a dark damp alley
Consider your life taken,
By fist
By firepower,
It makes no matter to me.
I will vanquish the devil that haunts me.