Complex Trauma Slam

My lyrics are just the tip of the iceberg For full details go read my memoirs Or pay a visit to my website Now let's get this shit started Joy is just a first or middle name in my fam'ly tree It's never really been an experience allowed for me Mom literally told me I don't need you being happy around here Dad said This is my number one daughter I've seen better heads on a glass of beer I love you; but I don't like you Mom told six-year old me And I became the punch-line For Dad's social anxiety My siblings and my cousins And all extended family They called me the black sheep And blamed everything they could on me I was only three-years old when told of suicide In very graphic detail-a child parentified Emotion support toddler on which my mom relied That's called emotional incest-- A boundary-cross into abuse I was perpetually distressed I love you; but I don't like you Mom told six-year old me And I became the punch-line For Dad's social anxiety My siblings and my cousins And all extended family They called me the black sheep And blamed everything they could on me Was set up from a young age My relationships to fail And there are others just like me Who sometimes wind up in jail Narcissistic mothers Cause their children untold harm To live life in survival mode-- A state of high alarm I love you; but I don't like you Mom told six-year old me And I became the punch-line For Dad's social anxiety My siblings and my cousins And all extended family They called me the black sheep And blamed everything they could on me All I ever wanted was to be loved But all I got was this stupid CPTSD shit