Oh Mother

I stand and fall in your shadow.
I feel so small in this difficult battle.
You may think it's stupid of me to feel this way about you.
Sad, agitated, perplexed, irate, hurt, and numb.
You weren't there to chat about males or do my hair when I needed a parent.
Yes, you did occasionally call, but this smile conceals a sea of tears.
My heart tells me that I feel tortured, confined, and torn.
My heart won't begin to mend seven years after my birth.
When I hear other girls laughing with their mothers, I start to feel dizzy and crash like a bomb.
My rage is fuelled by fear.
I just think I could always be angry.


I don't believe that everything gets better with time.
I am aware of a failure on the part of time.
The hours have flown by.
I've been attempting to grin since a long time ago.
You went far away, and it makes me cry, which is one thing that hurts, for no apparent reason.
When I consider this, I deceive myself.
I won't strive to get over you because I already have.
You are a mother of two, albeit we don't know you very well.
Every night, I imagine what my life may have been.
My world begins to spin as my eyes start to cry up.
The last few years have been really difficult.
It took me a while for the rest of my life to comprehend what you did to me.


Tears in my eyes, and it appears like you have no idea.
It aches so bad, but I try to be brave.
You didn't have to make it worse by leaving.
You should be aware of this.
You injured both your little boy and your little daughter, which is terrible but real.
I attempt to chuckle despite the fact that you destroyed me, made me cry, and genuinely damaged me.
The doctors can't see a hole in my heart.
They must not be aware of what my mother did to me.
You must demonstrate that you can be a mom to both Andre and me if you want me back.
Did you hear a sound when I yelled for you?
Since you w
eren't present, I assume you didn't.