to mom;

“you seem miserable” she breathes 
“i am” i say
talking but i say nothing 
i never look you in the eyes i'm sorry 
i fear of them judging me 
& when i'm angry don't take anything personal i hate myself not you,
i love you
also i know you worry about me, that's what mothers do
but i promise i'll be okay 
i just fear of losing you someday