by Moogi   Nov 11, 2017

She has the nerve to comment on my attitude when hers is worse

She has the nerve to bring up my absent father, hit me where it hurts

She has the nerve to call me weak when she cowers in fear

She has the nerve to push me to the edge, extracting every tear

She's blind and she's rude
hypocritical and crude
a liar
and used

She is my biggest bully, practically commits manslaughter
I cannot pretend that I am perfect
Like mother, like daughter


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  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    At first I thought this was about a friend who thought it OK to kind of laugh at your misery so to speak but then that ending and to think it was your mum is destroying.. I hope I'm wrong though.