Everyday I wake up
And every morning I hear “she, her”
I hear “Nana” instead of Greggory
Why Nana?
I don’t hate her, it just disturbs me
No matter how fast or how far I run she is still there when I look in mirror,
Why can’t she let me be
She’s just there haunting
I hate myself when I look in the mirror,
Why, why, why do I have to suffer from when you existed
Why Ileanna why
why must you haunt me when I go home
You make me hate it there
But I don’t hate you, I swear
But you’re the reason I’m not greggory in my mother’s eyes, Why?
And this is to my mom
I am Greggory Freeman not Ileanna I am not her anymore.
I am your son, Not your daughter.
By GF