I don't know how to not be mean to you how to not blame you for everything mother. How to not hate you for creating these cells inside of you. I don't know how to not curse you out for the body you created. I can't look at you without "that is all I may ever be". Mother I am sorry for making you my punching bag. For not being a proper woman, and holding all my anger inside of me like you. You asked me why I'm always so mean I can't give you an answer. I can't say anything to you without choking. I hate you because of the woman you created. I wish I was like you I wish I could forgive my mother for the man she married, but I can't I resent you. I'm envious of you. You could leave this angry man and have nothing to do with him but I'll always be half his. See, I got my anger from him and my inability to leave from you. Mother if you can forgive me for being half him maybe I could forgive you for marrying him. Mother I am sorry I got his traits more than yours, mother this once could you choose your daughter over the man, you married. Mother could you forgive me like you forgive him.
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
