Smothering not mothering

I hate you
i don't know how else to say it
you are a thorn in my side
a knife in my back
i don't know why i try anymore
nothing ever changes
i cant do anything right
everyone else needs to live up to your standards
cuz you're the only one who's right
how can the whole world be wrong?
did God put me here as a punishment?
can He really see everything i go through
mother: you are the opposite of what that word means
comfort, security, love, affection
all the things you're not
pain stabs my heart
but anger and rage burn my whole body
i used to think that death was a bad thing
a time when you cry
i've cried so much because of you
oh, how i would laugh
if death consumed you now
your presence is like a paper cut
invisible, but annoying
stinging and throbbing with every move
you blame me for your wrongs and heartache
you hate the one's who love me
your hypocritical ways are slowly killing you
am i the only one who sees it?