mother.

im sorry im not

what you expected,

i was born to be

rejected.

 

but oh mother,

you are like no other.

' how could you love her. '

i still wonder.

 

my brain is so scattered

and my skin is thick,

the way you think,

makes me sick.

 

but oh mother,

dont we love eachother?

blood is not family,

or was that a fantasy?

 

every question is a test.

all i feel is stressed,

i am trying my best.

my feelings are all supressed.

 

but oh mother,

i cannot be my brother,

or my sister.

but you still compare

 

and all i think is

how is this

fair.

 

i say i dont mind.

but anger is all

i can find.

 

but oh mother,

you make me suffer.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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