Mother dearest
Don't you miss me?
Grown-ass men
Who all want fixing

But I won't
I am maternal extortion
I'm the womb
You're my abortion

Choke on your guilt, at least that's an action
From which I will never get satisfaction
The mother, the daughter, your personal savior
Born to perform all emotional labor

Wring me out
Bleed me dry
Use me till I fucking die

How do you like me now?
I bet you'll love me now
How do you like me?