Mother, you have been my rock,
My confidante and best friend.
Mother, you've entrusted me
With all your troubles in the world.
Mother, your smile can heal the deepest wounds
And your laugh puts all my worries on hold.
But the minute my life resumed,
It put me back in the freezing cold.
Mother, you haven't learnt me,
The same way that I have learnt you.
Your daughter's happiness is six feet under
And her facade is growing ever weaker.
Your daughter as you knew her
Is now merely a shell of her past,
And a fume of her future.
Mother, your daughter is trying
To be the same girl you know,
But with an untended heart that's broken,
She can barely even treat her sorrow.
Mother, your daughter loves you
Along with all your anger and envy.
The question is whether you'll love her too
When you learn of her demons one day.
- Izzie
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Carnivals
PoetryLove is a dagger, as said by Loki. And life is a series of unfortunate events. Since it looks a tad too dark, let's switch it up. As I see it, life is a series of carnivals. And we're trying to make sense of all the chaos as we go.This is a book on...
