For those six years,

You knew of the abuse.

 

You sat back and watched.

I guess you were amused.

 

I know you never wanted to be a mother.

You just wanted friends you could control.

Friends who understood your pain as if it was their own.

 

Well, here I am.

In the flesh,

With skin so cold.

I am a product of your making,

And of your neglect.