Snap Out of It
by Emily Reed
She glared at the frazzled mess of girl
Not her daughter, for sure,
Any child of hers would never end up like this,
Psychologically unstable and physically sick.
Oh, when she asked the dreaded question,
Ugly thoughts rushed through my head,
Thoughts of annoyance, thoughts of shame.
Only looking it as a dirty habit to blame,
Finally a scapegoat to explain why she’s insane!
I was filthy then, but, scrubbing myself clean
The answer was no, later yes, how obscene.
Not her daughter, for sure,
Any child of hers would never end up like this,
Psychologically unstable and physically sick.
Oh, when she asked the dreaded question,
Ugly thoughts rushed through my head,
Thoughts of annoyance, thoughts of shame.
Only looking it as a dirty habit to blame,
Finally a scapegoat to explain why she’s insane!
I was filthy then, but, scrubbing myself clean
The answer was no, later yes, how obscene.