Mother
by Deanna
I've tried to change, But nothing is good enough Everything's strange. Nothing can please you My worst enemy I'm never right for you Happy's a memory You always put me down For cutting myself Shouting and screaming Not trying to help You're the reason I do it I can't take the stress You put me under And the way you assess Every move that I make Every smile that I crack Every scar on my arm You're always on my back. Everything that I do You never approve You'll be the death of me A daughter you'll lose Not that you'll care, Mother my dear, The reason you'll notice That I'm not here Is that your punching bag Will have disappeared. You have no idea what its like to have a mother who only sees the bad in you. All the time. x |
