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My mind is racing

My blood is boiling

How dare you say

I'm mental!

When you are the one

Making me so

How can I be normal

When everything I do

You detest

The cruel words you use

Infront of me,

Your hands that shake me,

Your voice you scream at me,

How can I be mental?

Soon as I wake from slumber

You are already yelling at me

All I did was wake up

You wonder why I don't do anything?

Because I'm afraid of you

I know I'm not perfect

I know I have ADHD

I know I suffer from PTSD

But you are not helping me get better

Your making my depression worse

My sons even know it

Everytime I want to play or do

Something for or with them

You come at me

I'm their mom yet you

Take my role and I feel

Like I'm my sons sister

Rather than mother

You constantly remind me

Of my forced abortions

Which you know hurts

More than anyhting because

I didn't want to kill my babies

Yet you always bring it up

Even infront of my sons

You wonder why

I don't talk to you??

You wonder why

I never tell you my plans??

If it wasn't for money

And my sons

We would have been gone

Sooner