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To my mother, who rushes to the door,
And the mother who smiles good-bye.
Even when she can't take any more.
To the mother who always questioned why,
You always greeted me with a smile.
I told my dad yesterday that I've been depressed since age nine. Of course at the time I was unaware of how I felt. I told him at age twelve I started getting worse. I told him that I hurt myself for the first time then.
I am your very own flesh and blood
Your eyes
Your hair
Your hands
I share them
I am a bird with broken wings,
told what to do by other broken things.
I am a girl with wings that are clipped,
censored words do fall from my lips.
I am a woman, ready to bloom.
Dissapointment struck like a tsunami.
Yes, I had been expecting the big flood for quite some time.
I could see it plowing towards me from a distance.
The wave grew and creeped,
Castigation weighs down her shoulder,
A burden, she understands,
Unfair, she understands,
Immoral, she understands,
Dry eyes tell a different tale.
