Mistakes.
They are everything and they are nothing at all.
You've made me see error
In everything I attempt to do.
I'm tired, physically, of running back and forth
From vicious and rude chores.
You seem to have no reason for me,
Other than to laugh at the many mistakes I make
On a daily basis.
I can do anything I want and yet,
I know that I am bound to the horror of this family,
The horror known as family
In the house where iniquity dwells.