Poem -
The One I Call Mother
One hit, two hit, three hit, four
How many hits before I am no more
You don't love me
You hate me
You probably wish I was never born
You throw balls of hateĀ
Critics and insults
Hit after hit
You tear me down and watch with galore
Is it bad I want you to love me
To shower me with kindness
To tell me that I am not nothing as you always insist
But then I remember no one will ever love and care for me as the one who I thought might
So I Say
I am done
You have won
I have no more fight in me
I just wish you would be the mother I know you can be
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Comments
I gasped when I was reading this.
This is heart breaking.
I do hope you are finding an escape through your ink.
On a more friendly note, instead of poet to poet,please message me from friend to friend if you want to release any emotion or justĀ talk.
Thank you for sharing this I am so sorry, don't give up, you have so much fight in you.
I believe in you <3 <3 <3 xxxxxxxxx
Peace and loveĀ xxx
SĀ