I'm a walking disease 2

She says I dress like a sexpot.

Rude, improper, unsatisfactory.

I have my father's habits.

Deadbeat, disaster, unsatisfactory.

My clothes are "passe"

and I'm mentally ill.

I have scars on my wrists

 and I went on the pill.

In the eyes of my mother,

unsatisfactory.

I'm a walking disease

so get down on your knees

and praise the ground I walk on.

I'm a walking disease

and it's burned in my brain

not much I can do,

I'm genetically insane.

The spawn of an alcoholic

and a freak.

Cursed from the moment I was conceived

and in the eyes of my mother.

A failure, a disgrace...

A walking disease.

-Written December 21st, 2006