The Seasonal Construct Cup

May Prompt #21

Satan's Garden

Garden of my world
not a place to be
Society and labels
my mother hates me
Each seed planted
filled with despise
Roots intertwining
thriving as one
No water needed
feeds off my pain
I only exist here
this loveless garden
No flowers or veggies
here will you find
No sunshine or colors
waving at the sun
Just soil and stumps
she tends to carefully
Fueling her anger
fooled by her love
I'm breaking free
from her Satanic grasp
It's MY garden now
I take my life back