A dull pain wanders slowly through my chest
Underneath my heart but fairly near
A poignant evocation of duress
I believe that some folk say life is a test
And if we fail, is punishment severe?
A dull pain wanders slowly through my chest
When I was little, I would have confessed
In my eyes I’d feel the damp, cold tears
A poignant evocation of distress.
When exactly did mother know best?
When she hit me, when I showed my fear?
A dull pain wanders slowly through my chest
I loved my mother once, but less and less.
She was my prison guard and my King Lear
I could not bear my own acute distress.
She made me cut my hair off, and impressed
That I was ugly, no boy would come near
A dull pain wanders slowly through my chest
In my mind the bully boys still jeer
I met one there and yes,I met one here
I was silent for I lived under duress
A dull pain wanders slowly through my chest
