No One Else to Thank

I busted my ass for her, watching her daughter so she could do this school stuff. She stole my thunder and dumped extra responsibility on us and stopped working so hard at her business. But she has no one else to thank but herself:

Today I got my grades from my summer session and I'm so happy to say I got the grades I expected. I got an A in my education class and a B in my Lit class. I did it in spite of numerous barriers, stresses, and changes. I busted my ass for six weeks and succeeded in spite of all the odds. There's no one else to thank or give credit to. I put in the hard work and can reap the benefits and satisfaction. And I'm so relieved because if I could do that, I can do almost anything.

Why oh why did I ever let her so far in? Why did I pick up the snake and bring her home? I can't even get mad at her for thinking this way because this is typical of her. And I knew it. I knew it from the first week she was up here. Now I am so spitting mad at myself that I can't decide whether to hurt something or cry or both.

Please, God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.
Please, God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.
Please, God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.
Please, God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.
Please, God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.
Please, God, make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here.