Mother

Dear old mum,
gave birth to me,
almost wish she hadn't,
she is my misery.

Dark is her heart,
soiled with dirt,
never helpful or kind,
this love is hurt.

She never says anything good,
she always brings me down,
no one believes me,
no one in this town.

Why did I escape,
the womb of hate,
only to find,
she makes my life "so great".