Perhaps my mums a girl growing too,
Perhaps when I unleash the anger,
Caressing vile words,
Just as she does,
I actually reflected,
I’ve always blamed her,
For hurting me,
For sharpening a sword,
Penetrating it through me,
Slay me with her tongue,
But i'm just like her,
And I understand me,
I understand when I do it,
When I break them,
So i'm sure I can pull the courage and the responsibility to let her grow,
Just as I am,
In the end we’re all girls,
Fighting for things we weren't made for,
And looking for what we are