Feral Child

A mother’s love is supposed to have no condition

But some of us live a life of a very different rendition

The standards are impossible, nothing is good enough

It’s always your fault when things get a little rough

You feel like you’ve gone mad because no one else can see

Lies are told, truth is twisted, and it’s done so easily

Love is a weapon used for control

Bit by bit it eats at your soul

Survival of the fittest, you have to find ways to cope

Most of the time there doesn’t seem to be hope

But if you’re strong enough you’ll find the way

Take life as it comes, day by day

Denial is your friend, reality a thief

Admitting the truth brings you nothing but grief

It becomes hard to trust because of how much you’ve been burned

The feeling of being worthless is difficult to unlearn

The damage that’s done can only be described as terrible

Having a narcissistic mother turns you feral