Hello, My name is complicated.

I grew up in the town of mystery.
My parents were separated by alcholism, and single motherhood,
I'd say it is nice to meet you, but I know it is never good if you're meeting me.
I'd like you to make your self confortable,
but I guess that just what you wanted me to say right ?
In good concious I won't mutter to you a word.
eventually you'll hate me just like every one else, you'll blame me for the bad things,
why? well I no longer feel the pain of sorrow, nor the anger of defeate.
I am simply an alusion, Made up by your unconcious mind, the part of you,
that hold your deepest fears and you worste defeates, and untaimly murder.
then why was I so real?, and now I am so far gone I am nothing but a faint disturbing memory?
You made me that way, against my own will but I am your imagenation so I have no will.