They say daughters need their mothers,
but what can I do?
My mother is the anger in my words,
The words in my silence.
My mother is the pain in my tears,
The ghost in my smile.
My Mother,
Is the hurt in my heart,
The fear in my bones.
My Mother,
Is the voice in my head,
That claws at my mind.
My Mother,
That was supposed to mould me, build me,
Broke me.
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
