My mother isn't a saint. Don't let her tell you otherwise

"She isn't all bad either, just misguided that's all" my father would say

She yells at us kids, my brother takes it better than I do.

They don't know how much her word hurt me, they dont know how fragil i am.

I act like it doesn't hurt but that is a lie.

She'll get mad over the smallest things.

Mother, why do you hate me so?

Mother, why must you make me hate myself?

Mother do youeven love me even if i don't love myself?


This poem is about: 
My family


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