What Have You Done? Poem by Bame Bame

We all have our own demons, that's life
You made your bed, now sleep on it
You created a monster, face me
They looked at each other and asked "what have we done? "
You broke me

You pushed me into a corner until I fought back
You had me saying "enough is enough"
I'll never go back to whom I was, make peace with it
I was busy fighting monsters; I didn't realise I was becoming one
I tore them to pieces

My mother looked at me and asked "son, what have you done?
They don't like what I have become? but mom, they made me
The very thing they are afraid of, they created
Their pride wouldn't even allow them to apologise,
And yet they called for a cease fire?

My mother cried "this is not the child I gave birth to"
I yelled "mom, You know what they put me through"
"You let anger get the best of you, " she cried
I tried to hold on to myself, mom, I tried
Resentment consumed me, the fire couldn't be contained

I live with the memory of what I was and the pain of who I am
Every family is dysfunctional, ours needed an exorcist
Had we been civil from the start, these situations wouldn't exist
We should all look in the mirror and ask ourselves this question,
"What have you done? "