No way to treat your mother

I will not accept your scorn 

I will not be treated by you 

In this way, as you say of me…

I am not in the wrong 

I refuse to be held to your account 

Of the past few years 

You turn on me after all I’ve given 

You abuse me, blame me, block me 

No longer do you shock me 

I will not allow you to treat me thus

I am no longer a pawn 

To be played, pushed, shoved

You turn your back on me 

Then expect me to welcome you back 

No way! 

I will no longer accept your blame game!  

Truth

My truth, I told

To this vow I hold 

But you cannot seem to see 

My views, nor do you see me 

Only your pain rules your mind 

How can being honest be unkind?

I retreat, without actually backing down 

Will not of this travesty, be a part

Until you look deep inside…

Finally realise, understand in kind 

You cannot be anything; but blind…