Vivid flashbacks from younger days

I couldn't help if I made her frown

Love God and one another my mother says

Maybe one day I will have the crown

 

Abundant love and devotion

Battle after battle no clear winner

Freedom to speak, I still approached with caution

I'm deplored until dinner

 

Childhood adorn by many

Green with envy my eyes 

Daily emotions vary

I'm still loved to my surprise 

 

Self inflicted scars that prove a journey true

Black clothes layered on top of skin

Most people stare without a clue

Mom thinks it’s a sin

 

Prayers to God to watch over the world tonight 

Before I drift off to sleep 

So that I could have a better sight

That my mother will no longer weep

 

Questioning reality at such a young age 

Grades that made mom go crazy 

Attention I sought to crave

I couldn't help if I was lazy

 

Stress brought on illness

She taught me a valuable life skill 

My world was looking life less 

She said she done her will

 

Forward to the present 

Watching over me without a frown

I now know I hold the crown