When I think of My Mother

 When I think of my mother,

I see a guard,

She is holding me captive.

But not in the safety of her arms.

I hear the voice of a siren,

Her words bending me to her will,

Robbing me of free will,

Putting me under her control,

Coz that’s what children are for.

I sit in my room in an anxiety flux

And it really kinda sucks,

That I fear her so much.

 She broke me before the bullies had a chance.

It’s sad when your guardian is the source of your tears

And when you see them all you do is cower in fear.

Its sad when a holiday is dedicated to the being who was supposed to love you,

But did nothing but reflect hatred to you.

But I was young and naïve,

And I thought it was all in the name of love.

Thank you for showing me what love is not. 

And for giving me the strength to love you regardless,

I just wish I could have felt the touch of a mother’s love.

Happy mother day.

From the Son you never loved.



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