Your words hiss at me.
Your arms are only half open, your smile a shade of gray.
Though I bend backwards for you until I break, I am who I want to be.
I wish I could make you open your eyes to see
The different person you make me be every day.
Your words hiss at me.
For my independence, it's as if I must pay a fee;
The different person you make me be in every way.
Though I bend backwards for you until I break, I am who I want to be.
I wish I could open your eyes to make you see,
Your harshness tears at my flesh, causing me to decay.
Your words hiss at me.
I am going to be me mother, whether you like it or not, this is me.
There is absolutely nothing you can do or say,
Your words hiss at me.
Though I bend backwards for you until I break, I am who I want to be.
