You developed me into everything I am. Mother how could you hate the thing you created. How could you curse out the body I was given when you grew it inside of you. How can I be the worst thing ever created when you created it. How come you blame me for the man you married. Why do you hate me for being angry when you married an angry man. Don't you see parts of me in you, is that why you hate me so much. The naiveness, the pettiness, the constant need to be good, the letting everyone use me, the only falling for men who remind us of our fathers, the hating our selves these are all traits I got from you. Mother how could you hate me when I am you.
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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...
