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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2056467
Just a poem about the tortured relationship I had with my Mother.
Tell others you love me & I'm a good daughter.
Praise me, so you look like a good mother.
At home, I'm someone else, I'm the worthless child.
At home, you're someone else, far from mild.
Lie & hold back truth, so you look righteous.
When others mess up, act falsely pious.

Holler & scream anyway, it's no worse than the mind games you play . . . The mind games you play.

Make up your mind, tell the facts.
Do you love us or was it all an act?
Why didn't you protect us? Didn't you care?
It was inconvenient, too much to bear.
You protected yourself, when the time was right.
Never thought of the little kids, shut out from the light.

Holler & scream anyway, it's no worse than the mind games you play . . . The mind games you play.
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