You never see her cry but inside she crys 24/7. A piece of her dies every tear sheded. Her father and mother never tell her they still love her. What that's like she tries to make me understand but I could never understand what it's like. Seeing her cry kills me and I start myself. Tryin to feel her pain and understand is almost impossible. She's been an outcast by her parents but the strongest mother I know and have.
you are a unique writer but this one seems like a story being told from your mouth.. i think if youd use more discriptive words.. they would enhanace the poem. just a little advice.. take it or leave it..
<3 .:Amy:.
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Hi Whitney. This piece really struck a chord with me. My mother's been through so much too, and it hurts to see and know that. But she has been a wonderful mother to me.
Very beautiful thoughts.
~Kate~