A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

My Mother

I've got my mother's eyes.
But I only ever see that when she cries.
Cause mine are always filled with tears.
Guess that might be why I want to disappear.
I've had my mother's eyes for all these years.

I've got my mother's mind.
But I only recognize it when she says "I'm fine".
We both have a habit of saying sorry,
And we both over share when we tell stories.
I've had my mother's mind for all of my glory.

I've got my mother's heart.
But I only realize it when she tears it apart.
She doesn't ever mean to hurt me.
That's something I'm still learning to see.
I've had my mother's heart on my sleeve.

I've got my mother's smile.
But I only see it every once in a while.
Cause she hates being happy,
And sometimes that makes me a little snappy.
I've had my mother's smile even when it felt sappy.

I've got my mother's past.
But I didn't know it until I asked.
I've shared in her pain,
And it drives me insane.
I've had my mother's past weighing me down like a chain.

I am my mother's daughter.
Her clone that she brought to the slaughter.
I don't want to hear her say she's sorry,
I'm not naïve and I'm not starry.
Mother, I have been you long enough, so it's time I write my own story.