Simplifyed Hate

Me and Mom.

And you felt nothing. The words where hollow to you because all you had where words. Those nasty word that sharpened themself so nicely aginst your tounge sank themselfs deeper. So deep it went past what you saw, past what you felt, past your soul, into the very bottom called you. There it floated beautifuly down to rest its tired edges. How do you walk with your head held high when all those words hold you down?
Does those tired straps called hate layed so softly across you dig deep?
You dont even look me in the eye anymore. Am i that much of a shame to you. I just remind you of everything. Every mistake you made. So lets pretend your not better than me.