I Want Mommy

So many broken promises
Too many empty lies
Remembering old problems with
An unwanted surprise

The day that Mommy left me
Seeks the day that she'll return
But no one looks in front of them
When a knife behind them burns

Waiting for a visit or even
Curling hair for prom
Dad shouldn't have to do the things
That were always meant for Mom

Holding onto hope and wishing
One day things will change
Maybe she'll quit drinking
And make our lives rearranged

I want Mommy like any other
Little girl would want
I want to fight, I want to laugh
I want more than what I've got

Someone who can braid my hair
So I don't have to sit alone
Someone who can talk with me
And not judge me or my own

I'm tired of all the promises
I'm sick of all the lies
Is it bad that I don't consider
My mother's actions a surprise?