My Prom.
Back in the year nineteen ninety-three!
Your dreams that would soon turn to tragedy
Trying to refrain from the mundane
Perfection causes though her veins.
But her own mental anguish is driving her insane
Stand with poise chin held high, never to complain
A lonely existence for such a young women
Knowledge through experience in time would be given
To the outer world all was as sweet as cherry pie
Suppressing a savage yearning. To hear her own outward cry
Brewing inside a taste of disgust,
For a world she felt nothing more than distrust
Choking on the words that are trapped in your throat
You had an idea all you needed a rope
Caught off guard and met at the door
Your date for prom dressed like roger Moore
You look so perfect in your prom dress.
Feeling all the tension, feeling all the stress
Your friend offers you something to help calm your nerves
You didn’t care what it was, as long as its intention was served
Childhood dreams Swept away like trash on the shore.
Week by week day by day you needed more
The hand that had once fed your ever growing hungry.
Drags a tired weary soul closer, pulling you under
From prom queen to obscene in a blink of the eye
Like trash at a flea market used, life gone a rye
Broken forgotten tormented and torn.
Soon this bastard child will be born
Struggle to maintain some resemblance of dignity
Force to face up to your own accountability
You can’t undo the wrongs that have been done
But you did deny the offering hand! For your only son
Years have passed leaving their traces on your face
I see the sadness in your eyes, your own disgrace
But what I see when I look through all of your fear
Is a woman, my mother who was lost and found in one good bad year!
Your dreams that would soon turn to tragedy
Trying to refrain from the mundane
Perfection causes though her veins.
But her own mental anguish is driving her insane
Stand with poise chin held high, never to complain
A lonely existence for such a young women
Knowledge through experience in time would be given
To the outer world all was as sweet as cherry pie
Suppressing a savage yearning. To hear her own outward cry
Brewing inside a taste of disgust,
For a world she felt nothing more than distrust
Choking on the words that are trapped in your throat
You had an idea all you needed a rope
Caught off guard and met at the door
Your date for prom dressed like roger Moore
You look so perfect in your prom dress.
Feeling all the tension, feeling all the stress
Your friend offers you something to help calm your nerves
You didn’t care what it was, as long as its intention was served
Childhood dreams Swept away like trash on the shore.
Week by week day by day you needed more
The hand that had once fed your ever growing hungry.
Drags a tired weary soul closer, pulling you under
From prom queen to obscene in a blink of the eye
Like trash at a flea market used, life gone a rye
Broken forgotten tormented and torn.
Soon this bastard child will be born
Struggle to maintain some resemblance of dignity
Force to face up to your own accountability
You can’t undo the wrongs that have been done
But you did deny the offering hand! For your only son
Years have passed leaving their traces on your face
I see the sadness in your eyes, your own disgrace
But what I see when I look through all of your fear
Is a woman, my mother who was lost and found in one good bad year!