People often believe that her child is her epitome. However, lies and deceit are what her soul calls home. Those beyond the walls know nothing of the truths.

 Of the ghosts that haunt their lives. The demons that manipulate their minds. It matters not the hallucinations that must suffer in their eyes.

Never make any mistake when it comes to mamma's world. Never lie thinking you're special boys and girls.

I remember being told that I was not my mamma's baby. Pain lasts forever when you're only papa's "maybe". 

I've finally lost it and deemed myself unstable. Their fucking words cut deeper than knives were ever able.

I try to escape my past, but my demons are holding firm. Can't explain my pain, 'cause this is really no one else's concern.