My mother never told me of what in life is to come
She never told me not to be- the person I've become
She didn't tell me about pain, so when I came home
I found it by myself, I had to deal with it alone
Whenever she needed, she came with open arms
But she was 1st place when it came to causing me harm
She never spoke of love, but who were all these men?
I was so ashamed of her and I could not pretend
I saw that she was lonely, did she see I was lonely too?
Is my heart important after all that we've been through?
She told me of her life and how it was so bad
Then why is she the reason I am feeling so sad?
Shouldn't she know better, can't she see my tears?
All the anger has developed- it's torn me down for years
I love her so much, but when will she talk to me
with honest words and honest smiles, can it ever be?
I want to know she cares, I don't want her to be blamed
Cause when I become a mother, I don't want to do the same..
*this poem is so special to me, can anyone pleaseee vote?...
