Mother
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:
Me
My family