I am my Mother's daughter

I've decided to change my name.

This morning as I heard the popping of your packet tablet pills
the multi coloured variety of health sweets
that soothe all your ailments,
I thought about your missing teeth
and your constant steady aging.....
I thought, how ridiculous, at your age
To be dying your greys, checking yourself out
To be frolicking around on facebook, twitter, myspace, tagged, hi5.... Baby Blue girly Things...
with your love letter lies
and then your hidden children
and then your addiction to lust and to the other women
and then my beautiful mother you disrespect
I thought about it and
I thought I'd change my name.

The only parts of me I don't like
Come from you
my ugly nose, my square shaped finger nails
my neediness in love and my tolerance for bad behaviour
All you, all you...
I'm sick you of you.
I don't like you.
I'm not even sure I love you.
What I am sure about
I don't want to be the girl with daddy issues...
So I'm leaving you. and your name.
And the activities you indulge in and disgust me with...
I thought I'd change my name.