Mommy Dearest

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Her words hurt

She throws my name in dirt

Everyday is worse

I wish I could reverse


There are good times

But they're only sometimes

Not crying has become rare

But no one seems to care


Shes trying her best

But feels it's not enough

She cant get any rest

And feels she has to be tough


Are we enough?

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