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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