I’d like to say thank you, I’d like to give praise
For all the skills you gave me that don’t help in anyway
Thank you for the flaws, thanks for the illness too
And thanks for the genes not even good enough for you
You gave me a myriad of things about me to despise
Things that remind me of you, like these ugly hazel eyes
When I look into the mirror, I do not see me
Instead I see the person that I never wanna be
So thank you for the genes, most of them were useless
In aiding in my efforts, most of which were fruitless
Thank you for your rearing, most of which was ruthless
And props to your fake love covered up by rudeness
A child isn’t born broken, not sure if you knew
But a child is an extension of everything you do
So if there’s a trait that you hate in the child that you view
Remember that that flaw came directly from you
Look inside yourself, ask “are these genes worth sharing?”
Don’t spend their childhood complaining and comparing
Never should you ask, “Why are they this way?”
The answer’s fucking obvious, if I must say
So thank you for the genes, most of them were useless
In aiding in my efforts, most of which were fruitless
Thank you for your rearing, most of which was ruthless
And props to your fake love covered up by rudeness
The only positive that’s come from sizing up to you
Is knowing that my good traits are not from you too
I inherited the bad shit, but I created the good
I just want that to be something that you understood
Everything that’s wrong with me in part came from you
Everything you hate in me, you hate in yourself too
But at least there’s some things in me that I cherish
Knowing full well every part of you that’s in me will perish
So thank you for the genes, most of them were useless
In aiding in my efforts, most of which were fruitless
Thank you for your rearing, most of which was ruthless
And props to your fake love covered up by rudeness
Your genes might’ve failed me, but mine won’t do the same
I’m breaking the cycle of self hatred and self shame
I’m becoming better and stronger than you’ll ever be
And one day you’ll be mad you didn’t get your genes from me
I’m Maggie. If you like this thing I made, you might like some other things I make, like my depressing webcomic “In Space, No One Can Hear You Cry”, the satirical online newspaper of “Nowhere, US”, my podcast “Coping With Tonal Shifts In Reality” or my writing over at Medium. You can also donate to my PayPal or support my work at Patreon, where you’ll get access to patron only content and new content early, all for as cheap as a buck a month! Thanks for reading!
