A Thicker Water

Welcome, meet the poster child for those terminally numb.
Half crazed angry whispers chill, repeating; "home sweet home".
Futily, she runs away, hell bent escape the misery,
but it follows to a drum beat fast that pumps
a thicker water.

Here to end contentment,
remind this girl
of pure resentment
That she could only serve
to be
the maker of a family.
Cross your legs and close your ears,
it's only lies been fed for years.
Another path's for you to tread,
because, who cares? It's only blood.

Drawing from a hatred purer, young artist works her way,
set apart from family, foreign homes, denied the right to play.
Stubbornly, she tries to hide beneath a shielding poker face.
Understand the silence in her sentences not them, but thanx to
a thicker water.

See her show this happiness, away from responsibility.
See how this need for freedom's so intrusive to the family.
Sadly, off she goes at night, to be alone where none do judge,
and moon and stars alone hear need, take heed to be
a thicker water.

Relationships by name are ones that otherwise are scant,
remind this girl of tact,
of perverted pleasure in restraint
That she could proudly reserve
to be
the preventer of a misery.
And though your relatives may disagree,
that you're who you are in spite of what they raised you up to be.
Another path's for you to tread,
because, who cares? It's only blood.

Mother who she loves, as her parent, yes, her only one.
Father who she loathes for many reasons, one, she's not a son.
Aunt and uncle, cousins, everybody says they want to help, but
brother, sister, nephew, niece, our blood is all and only
a thicker water.

Another path's for you to tread,
who fucking cares? It's only blood.