She could've spoken soft like an angel
instead she chose to unleash her wrath upon me.
I don't really blame her,
you can't pretend to be someone you can never be.
I wish she wouldn't treat me so harsh
that I turn into the devil so misjudged
my heart can't stop being cold to
even the ones I call my beloved.
Even my tears are exhausted
from expressing themselves in the bathroom
quiet, secret drops falling onto my face,
giving me signs of impending gloom.
The constant nagging at my imperfections
makes me want to shout and scream
I cannot take this anymore
I need to break free
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Context: This poem captures the relationship I have with my mother. It is a very complex one, with lots of hatred and love at the same time. I guess this is the best possible explanation I can give.
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