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Behind your shadow

Behind your shadow, I stand and fall.
It’s a tough battle, in which I feel so small.

My feelings toward you, you might think are dumb. 
Sad upset confused, angry hurt and numb.

When I needed my mum, you were not there,
to talk about boys ,or to fix my hair.

I thought I was dying when I first came on
U never explained, just angry- I was just wrong!

every once and while, and too many tears, 
I had to face my fears my heart says I feel,
all these years my heart won’t start to heal.

I see other girls, laugh with their mums,
Most want them to be there to give  them away
I don't want you there,

The anger in me, rages in fright,
always staying angry and contrite,
I just think I might have this anger forever.

Time heals everything don’t think that’s true,
I know something, time didn't do.

Time has been flying, for a long while,
I’ve always been trying, to get love from you

One thing that hurts, and I don’t know why,
you chose not to love me, and it makes me cry.

When I think about this ,I tell myself Lies,
I’ve gotten over you, and that I would not try.

You are a mother, a mother of two,
me and my brother, I hardly know you 

Every night I think, of how my life could’ve been,
tears run down my face, and my world starts to spin.

These past few years, have been really hard,
for the rest of my life, I’ll be severely scarred.

It took me time to realize, what you did to me,
tears in my eyes, and you're clueless it seems.
 
I try to be brave, it really hurts,
you could’ve tried, instead of making it worse.

I want you to know this, it’s sad but it’s true,

You hurt your little girl,
Because you chose too,

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