You’re doing it again Mum

But now I know your game,

The strategies you use,

Tired, old, lame.

I still feel disturbed and anxious,

But instead of feeding you,

Ill curl up with my black puss,

Whilst I think of something better to do.

It’s been a week of loss,

Of those that I hold dear,

My sisters been a bullying,

Left me in a state of fear.

I know my heart is pure

My perception is intact.

I need to walk away

From toxic opinions presented as fact.

They’ll never comprehend

The rich (if rugged) tapestry of my life.

It’ll always just be criticism

Doubt disbelief and strife.

Fortunately I’m a fighter

Many battles I have won

We’re a force here, we’ll fly, persevere,

We don’t need anything from you

And in our presence you’ll revere.