Happiness and joy is all around, in my own world things are different. I go there to escape my realty, but I can never be there long enough; before my reality comes banging on my door.
I do what I can, but it seems as though she dose not know of my dreams, my goals, my likes, or anything about me.
I try and try and it seems she has yet to see. that I am not happy to be here.
She looks at me with smiling eyes, I look at her; and I feel my eyes and face change.
I feel my mask lift; the one I've worked so hard for her. I watch her and see that she dose not see that my face is black and my eyes are black.
Has my own mother become abusiveness to me?
but then again, if she is happy that is all there is the be.
Her happiness is worth more then mine...she is my mother and she deserves more.
