Why I have No Mom, Miss Brooks

You sold me out to the lowest bidder
I'm worth more than that, Don't try
Walk away from this, silently gone
had me convinced I'd manage to get by

the talk show bible keeps you going
You've discovered your own classic symptoms
Spot light focused, you take the stage again
Whatever is chic in TIme, that's what you become

Conceived in a lie to trap a man to wedded blis
How do yo expect me to live up to this?
Your head is swollen with decades of your lies
The day I was born, your human nature died

You branded me so many different ways
Left your mark, then denied your actions
I rose above it and still managed to live
You still can't separate all of your fictions

Burned the birth certificate today
You bore me, but you're no one I needed
Outside you managed to leave visible wounds
Scars inside are a harder thing to heal

Bullshitted your way to gain everything you wanted
I'd do well, then all of a sudden I'm flaunted
You have no sense of self so you try to steal mine
Lady, you need help, you're way past out of time