Hateful things

Those hateful things you say,
they really get at me,
You point your finger as i begin to cry,
my heart shatters,
as you continue on with those hateful things,
I get up and walk away as your voice slowly fades ..
Those hateful things fill me with anger as i think i must punish myself for being this way,
I was young,you treated me this way and to this day i still hate you,
So when everyone asks why have you cut yourself,
I smile grimly and say
-My Mom-

This is a poem about my mom i hate her with a passion...i cant stand her..