Inconsistence

I'm almost done with my games

And with your own charades

Just give me a name

Something with less shame

Than the one you gave me

When I was nothing but a baby

Give me something that isn't disgusting 

Or deriving

Give me a name that doesn't remind me

Of who I was when I was trusting

Give me a name

That doesn't speak of the b***h you filled full of shame 

I know f**king my mother wasn't the same

As loving the one who made you feel aflame 

But that doesn't change the game of changing my name

I'm almost done with the words that cut through 

The veil you knew I wouldn't be able to see through 

Now that I have just give me a name that doesn't give me deja vu 

Then I'll give you a tattoo

One that'll never let you forget what you put us through 

And we can finally be done with you 

Author's Note

It's not one of my best pieces, but it was fun to write.

Reviews

[Chris]

It "feels" real and angry as hell... and has a distinct aftertaste. Sometimes speaking up and out is all one can do.

[angel]

Good piece;
" I'll give you a tattoo
One that'll never let you forget what you put us through
And we can finally be done with you"

Love especially the big finish!
Ties it all up sweet and clean.
Very nice, Eve.

I will admit to a pinch of disappointment just as I went to read it...I thought that the title was "INCONTINENCE"...

[Eve]

Thank you so much!

[Onlyme]

Now, this is good. Great attitude and style to this flow of the poem. That kicks a*s.

[Eve]

Thank you so much!