Dierdre

I know you’re fond of me
That doesn’t mean you have to show me how you feel
I’m told I’m green
but father this is far too real

Someday, I’ll lift the dark clouds – Blame
I’ll be wishing, wishing you weren’t so

This kind of nurturing
You know I wouldn’t mind if you had to give it up.
My self-worth sinks
when I’m forced to remember you
Beast, you wash the blood off your hands,
but my life has been more than stained
I’m forever branded

Someday, I’ll lift the dark blouds – blame
I’ll be wishing, wishing you weren’t so
Someday as I’ve felt you’ll feel – shame
and I’ll be wishing you weren’t so fond of me