She belittles everything I think and
questions everything I do,
Especially my refuges, those things
that pull me through.
When I do do as she likes, it's no
refuge from attacking
It's never enough, it's all about
looks, and “it looks like you're slacking.”
and, to be fair, I'm known to lash out
in my defense
Aimed at her heart, and at both our
expense
Even though I could swear that I love
her.
I refuse to marry my mother
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