Hate a strong word but no not for her, for her its the perfect word
I hate my mother
And I don't feel guilty about it
she plays the victim
like its not her fault, a smile always on her face.
What about me?
What about me?
Do I ever get to play the victim.
When is it my turn?
When do I get a chance to feel pity.
If you were wondering when, well that'll be never
My chance will never come.
-PoemsForPussy's
