Without accessories I may look plain but do you know anymore than my name?
I may be simple, but it is not that easy.
I am very deep, and very needy.
I am a mother, but a wild child undercover.
I will tell you how I feel.
Even if you don't care.
I am blunt.
Behind my name is a beautiful person, but I don't feel beautiful.
I feel used, run down and abused.
I have been beaten by the father of my child, but I hide my bruises with a smile.
I try to make everyone joyful, but it seems that it backfires on me.
I am depressed.
My son is my reason for life.
Behind his eye, I see a reason to stay.
I am a mother.
My life is not my life.
I live for others.
Making people happy makes me happy, but it seems as if I'm never enough.
I am selfless.