I cannot being to describe,
The burning inferno,
The rage that inflames,
The anger that boils.
I cannot fathom,
How any mother could wish her child dead for any reason,
You're a monster actually,
Just look at the spawn you created.
If your definition of being a "good mother",
Is based on how you raised your boys,
You're more grandiose and delusional than I thought,
Overweight, struggling with addiction and still living with a co-dependent mommy.
I see it now,
How your son was able to lie and deceive and pretend to be,
He learned it all from you,
False people with a warped sense of superiority.
All of you and your delusional displays of wealth,
Wealth that actually doesn't exist,
Trying to take money from others who actually don't owe you a fucking thing,
Is this how you've made it though your lives of Hilton luxury?
The only thing about your son that I believe was truly him,
Was his people pleasing spending to buy and win over friends,
What an insecure little man YOU created,
Living in a caravan with mommy while both of you were blatantly lying to me, sies.
I looked deep into your eyes,
As you expressed GRATITUDE that your son had died,
How sad I felt for you, how I pity you, how ashamed I am on his behalf of you,
What hell you have put those boys through.
To hell with you.
