Mother, Mother

Forgive me for my tainted mind, it’s imperfect and not created to perfection

We’re all different, never the same; but I counted on you to lead me in the right direction

Our family is dysfunctional and I wouldn’t want to change

However, the way I see it your personality should be rearranged

   Mistakes have been made but it doesn’t mean you should be judge me

Mother, Mother; your words had injured me consciously, can you see?

To my heart; to unlock its secrets you once held the key

But that was long ago in childhood where I was too young to understand what was between you and me

All I really wanted is to look up to you

Your immense strength I lacked as it as you tried to take over my world, then again I never followed your rules

The dreams you never supported, the emotional hurt through verbal use crawled in my skin

You wanted to know the answers to the questions you seek by my actions but I never let you in

Do I regret it? Always; you linger in my thoughts like a bad habit negatively leaving a bad taste

The past can never be erased

Aiding in my wants has nothing to do with what I needed

It’s not like I haven’t given you a chance . . . my fair self-called out your insolent behavior and pleaded

My interest in you died once the realization of that you abused my mental sensitivity all these years


No matter how hard you’ll try to comfort me now, you cannot wipe away the dried up past tears 

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nightlight1220's picture

Life is tough, eh? I suppose

Life is tough, eh? I suppose she tried to tell her child  through her actions, which sound rather clumsy. Maybe stone her, huh...Your poems all cry tears for those unfortunates of the world who need help. You have a bleeding heart and are dying of blood loss. ;-)


ps just a little something you mentioned in one of your comments about feeling you have to prove something to others'.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "