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Mother, I am a horrible daughter

Bringing pain to your window.

Holding you just close enough

And whispering ugliness in your ear.

Letting you know of my sorrow

And letting you see my tears

Then hiding away

And pushing you

If you come one too near

I do it to you on purpose

(why do I do it on purpose?)

I don’t know who am I

Or where I stand

And I have no one to turn to.

Someday you will be gone

And it will be me and my brother

Who no longer speak to one-another.

I have created this monster.