She is stiff and frigid
under the heat of emotion
likes things iced and closed off
I once tried to tell her my secret
one that nearly ripped a hole in my chest
and constantly left my throat ragged and
raw with pain of trying so hard to keep.
Fatal mistake, she brushed off
my rasping voice, I'm just a buzzing fly
threatening to distrub this small false
peace she has barely obtained
Lesson learned, I no longer cling
to the frozen skirts that she wears
like an amor, It only left me with frost bite
I stopped trying to be mommy's little girl.
