I'm on the other side 

Of the door like

A dog being shunned for

Barking too loud.

Locked out of trusting,

Of maternal warmth I knew

Until you

Took it upon yourself.

Foolish

To think I could still be 

A child; your child.

All beck and call and thinking of Mommy like

A god figure.

Maybe that's why you think

I've lived too much.

I shouted out; to 

The men

Drugs

Sleep deprived spirits; they

Cruise around me

Witches on broomsticks 

Is what we're made out to be

But I adore the rush

Who I was, that I had

Figured out to see;

That I'd do it all again,

Without your permission. 

Soak it up til 

I'm nowhere near sober,

Drunk on my thoughts of

Walking with angels;

Drunk on my thoughts of

Walking alone.