Tired
Of my bigot loveless mother
At the mercy of my period
Always anxious to be anxious
See no reason to get out of bed
Giving others not receiving
Unable of loving myself
Who’s the woman in the mirror?
Even though my belly’s full I still feel empty
You cannot drain me I am already drowned
Down to the floor of my pitiless self
Don’t condescend me, don’t patronize
I’m sick and tired of your countless lies
My tattoo, nails, hair are my own
I’m the one who measures my weight
Drinks and smoking are my choices
Psychopathic exes can burn down in hell
Of your counterfeited friendships
All your non-requested advice
Why do you care about my outfit?
In front of me you wouldn’t stand one chance
You cannot drain me I am already drowned
Down to the floor of my pitiless self
Don’t condescend me, don’t patronize
I’m sick and tired of your shameful lies
I’m a survivor, I’m not going to fight
Elbowing my way throughout all this mess
Better watch out for my storm is to come
The clock is ticking, you reap what you sow
Fabio Scagliola,