Mom Just Stop.
At the age of 4.
Every time I come over.
I go home In girl clothes.
Every time I come to your house.
Full of druggies.
Full of abusive boyfriends.
Broken fan blades along with broken hearts. 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! 
As a little boy, I always blocked it.
I led myself to believe that every time you got locked up you were gonna get clean.
Months and months with no contact.. 
I still thought you were the best mom ever.
BUT  you lied, lied, lied, lied,  lied, lied, and lied!
Hiding the truth.
Walkin in the bathroom seeing needles stuck in your arm.
I just wanna go home!
Lies on lies promises on promises. 
Now I'm older I see the truth.
Justice never gets served.
Liars are lairs.
 Now I know that you being “clean” and want me will only last a month. 
Stick to me now, like glue sticks sticking to paper. 
Now I’d rather call you Misty.
I don’t know you anymore. 
Misty Just stop.