Is it hereditary or is it something you forced upon me? Is it hereditary or is it the words you say twisting to different means? Is it genetics or is it the way you would throw a fit Is it genetics or is it the way you wouldn't even try to fix it It comes to a point where you can't hide From the scars you had caused Outside and inside You say I am always in your heart but how is there room for a hateful, stupid, manipulative, hurtful, contradictory being like you I have your nose and your eyes I have the way you fantasize I have your mother's voice I have your father's choice I have everything about you And then some from the old you And then some from the other you And then some from her too I think it comes to a point where if challenged nothing would even come to it right I think it comes to a point where if tightened this bile will start to spill all night And into the morning too When the birds chirp and the sky turns light blue The infestation of worms feasts on my brain Until the birds can turn me sane but why would it matter when you see this beautiful, picture perfect girl in a world that was built for people just like her? So ask yourself: Is it hereditary or did you just not see the issues that you have caused me and the pain it is to call you family
