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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
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'.
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...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. "