Message for the Mothership

I never wanted
To hate you
We could just never
Make it through
A conversation
Without some
Confrontation
Bringing up the past
Fermentation
Of unrealistic
Expectations
And I’m not saying
That I’m the saint
Of this situation
I know I’ve been
Vacant
But can you blame me
For trying to preserve
My memory
Of the mother
You used to be
Smiles not filtered
Through amphetamine
Teeth gleaming
Eyes seeing
Past the woes
Of this world
You created me for.