To my Mother

by Lindsay   Jun 13, 2007


How come you always try to replace my dad?
When u know all it does is make me mad.
You don't understand how you affect me,
You don't get that every guy you bring around i see.
You can't understand why I'm not like you,
When really I am you just don't want to believe its true.
My relationship habits come from what i see,
how you unwillingly decided to bring me up to be.
You always say I'm so much like him,
but u don't see its because of the light u decided to dim.
You refused to let my dad be my father,
Telling me you wished i turned out more like my mother.
You pushed me to succeed like you did,
Not realizing instead you only decided to close the lid.
With every new guy you brought around,
It only made me miss him and his sound.
I'm like him because you forced me to see,
That no one else but him will ever be just like me.
You moved me around from place to place,
Unlike you i never was able to get used to the taste.
We moved for you and the new guy,
You never cared to question my moans or sighs.
You never questioned you just did what they wanted,
Instead of hurting your feelings mine were taunted.
You wonder why i hate you so,
You made them seem great and only made me feel low.
You can't understand why I'm never there,
It's because when I'm home all you can do is stare.
You look at them like they are so great,
And all my mistakes are brought up on a plate.
You think I'm so wrong for what i do,
When you can't comprehend most of its because of you.
Look at my life and call me a mistake,
Keep pushing me mom and i promise I'll break.
You don't get why i am this way,
Its because you can't see inside my head everyday.
The things in life I've been force to face,
Are way to fast for you slow pace.
I've been raped, beaten, hurt and torn,
Yes its true from my wrist blood has before been pourn.
You were always the goody girl when you where young,
But worse than me it is true you've never been stung.
Mom you'll never get what goes on inside my head,
You'll never get why everyday i wish i was dead.
So stop trying to understand what i see,
You'll never get how this could have came from me.

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