She plays dirty games
Loves me only infront of dad
Cares for me in bobo presence
Dresses me up only for world
Silently she tell people
To make me go away
Uses people like things
Disrespects bobo talks shit
Her love isnt unconditional it hurts
I wish she wasnt my mom
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Tears of Rose: A Poetry Collection
PoetryWelcome to my musical diary A collection of some of emotions and insights from daily life Extremely clinche and dark. Be careful. Read at your own risk. (Humans only)
