False Truths and No Mother

False Truths and No Mother

To know that all you believe,

Is all but utter fallacy.

To know that all you’ve become,

Is from a single event.

To know it is your mother,

Who’s done such things to you.

It makes you sad,

Makes your empty,

And makes you feel real sick.

The lies they sting,

Like angry buzzing bees.

With every day,

That does doth pass,

The more the lies you find.

They hurt you more,

To really know,

That treachery abounds.

That betrayal,

Be such a key,

In this past decade.

That all you know,

That all you know,

And all you are,

Is nothing but utter lies.

To know the future,

Will be affected,

By the actions of the past.

To know that she who should protect,

Messed you up instead.

She made you hurt,

Made you wonder,

Made you feel disgusted.

A mother does but none of these,

And so what is my mother?

I have no mother,

Never really have.

By blood, tis true,

But that is all.

For to be a mother,

Requires love,

But you have none at all.

You are just a cold and calculating person,

Who is cares none but unto yourself.

So before us all,

I say to thee,

You are neither my mother nor friend,

For Dion has but no mother.