Mom

I try to carry,
all this bagage that I've got.
And I'm still here,
even though you're not.

You're still my mom,
although I'm not still your daughter.
While I'm getting weaker,
you're getting stronger.

I'm still hurting,
even though you are healed.
You're living in this dream,
but I'm facing what is real.

I'm on my own,
but you have him.
I keep on sinking,
while you can swim.

I am broken up,
and you are whole.
You are satisfied,
and I can't take it anymore.

You feel love,
and I feel pain.
You are living it up,
I'm going insane.

You are smiling,
I have a frown.
You are turned right side up,
and I'm upside down.

I have a house,
you have a home.
The only difference is,
that a home means you're not alone.

You think we are a family,
well open your eyes.
Because we all hate eachother,
it comes to no big surprise.

I guess the grass is always greener,
on the other side.
Well...
I'm not on the other side.