You violated our truth and drowned your spirits,
full of ignorance, destroying bliss.
You are god. all mighty all powerful
That's quite a kingdom you rule, between your ears.
We cannot and could not speak
about what's occurring right in front of our own eyes.
You guzzle booze but deny it
Innocent, with the mind of a child.
Fueled by glamorous, sick martinis.
You would have been a famous New York actress,
if not for your family
But you chose to have a family.
Here's a sick, dark secret.
You tried to poison me.
And I survived. Knowing what you did.
I dared tell no one.You'd put me away if I did.
And nothing changed.
Nothing ever changed.
I knew so well that I was your prisoner,
No one would stop you from doing
anything you pleased.
You all-mighty sicko with absolute
power over us.
no matter what.
We knew children had
no rights anyone was bound to respect.
Since I could not help existing,
You were enraged!
I wished through some kind of miracle
I could be invisible.
You twisted and fouled all that was good
and true in our family.
You belong in jail with people who are just like you.
Though you be female and upper middle class.
You truly are a scourge.
How did I end up with a mother like you?
I'll be relieved when you are gone.
I'm not the only one, either.
The beautiful California ranch house in the suburbs,
Way down in the valley. At the end of the dead end street.
Where sin was invisible
camouflaged by all the plenty.
Truth causes explosions.
Today I choose Poverty.
Honesty. Honor. Truth.
I want you exposed for who
and what you really are.
I want you to have to take responsibility
for your own actions.
Our spirits starved
for lack of love and affection.
You kept that locked tight
between your drunken ears.
Tight in your actress-dramatic bones.
Because of you, I know Hell is real.
Because Hell is what you made us live every day.
Believe it or not, Mother,
you are not a little God.
I've given you way too many chances.
You're never going to come clean.
I believe you will continue
to wreak havoc and pain,
no matter what.
No one will ever be able to stop you,
I will dance on your grave
as a dervish-
and mad as a hatter.
And then go home
for the first time ever.
The dragon doesn't live here anymore.