We all have our own demons, that’s lifeYou made your bed, now, sleep on itYou created a monster, face meThey looked at each other and asked “what have we done?”You broke me
You pushed me into a corner until I fought backYou had me saying “enough is enough”I’ll never go back to who I was, make peace with itI was busy fighting monsters; I didn’t realise I was becoming oneI tore them to pieces
My mother looked at me and asked “son, what have you done?”They don’t like what I have become? but mom, they made meThe very thing they are afraid of, they createdTheir pride wouldn’t even allow them to apologise,And yet they called for a cease fire?
My mother had tears in her eyes and cried “this is not the child I gave birth to”I yelled “mom, why are you disregarding what they put me through?”“You let anger get the best of you,” she criedI tried to hold on to myself, mom, I triedResentment consumed me, the fire couldn’t be contained
You have to live with the memory of what I was and the pain of who I amEvery family is dysfunctional, ours needed an exorcistHad we been civil from the start, these situations wouldn’t existWe should all look in the mirror and ask ourselves this one question,“What have you done?”