My Mother

I hate coming home,
at the end of a good day.
knowing that the moment i see her,
that good feeling will go away.

i hate coming home,
knowing she'll be there.
knowing she will hit me,
knowing she doesnt care.

i hate coming home,
thinking she will yell,
thinking she will hurt me,
knowing all too well.

i hate coming home,
on days like today.
when i know no matter wat i do,
she'll take my smile away.

i hate coming home,
and looking in her eyes.
seeing everything,
in this world that i dispise.

i hate coming home,
and having to live with her.
i hate coming home,
knowing whats gonna occur.