My Mother and Sister's legacy for me was a childhood of misery and pain. Mother is dead but my sister has taken up the gauntlet and still tries to inflict a daily dose of pain.

The legecy handed to me from my mother and sister, festering rage and festering pain,
Memories of their cruelty is an endless carousel ride, that drives me insane.
My never ending sorrow haunts each night, robbing me of sleep,
Knowing I will never be free, makes me weep.
Cruelty gift-wrapped as love, was handed to this so-called ungrateful child,
A child they lamed, forcing me to crawl each of life's miles.
Affection and smiles were ordered, to be delivered on demand,
Rendered with a tug on the marionette's strings, by the Puppet Master's hand.
The puppet was forced to obey every single command,
I was never allowed to be real or take a stand.
They broke my wings, then demanded me to take to the sky,
Damaged and wounded, I crashed and burned, was never able to fly.
They rendered me ill-equipped and totally unprepared for life,
Now I daily reap the harvest of pain, sorrow and strife.
While my remaining tormentor sleeps soundly in her bed,
Covered with the quilt of entitlement and self-righteousness with denial and self-justification pillowing her head.
She will never acknowledge the pain she's caused me or admit the wrong she's done,
For in her demented mine, she is Sister Christen, the chosen one!

MUSIC: Psycho