The Life of that Confused Girl

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This poem is about my mother. Don't think I don't realize others have it worse than me. I do and I have sympathy for them. I wrote this poem when I was sick of hiding the reality of my mother having no interest in who I am when I had so much in her.
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It's hard to deal with the thought of none in return,
It's hard to know that no matter how much I do, she will never learn,
It's hard to realize that you put such concentration into learning this person you pretend to know,
And to receive nothing in return as for remembering, not even yes or no.

A person I pretend to know is someone that should be closest to me,
The person that should help me through my life, and teach me to be the best I can be,
A person that should be my mentor,
My number one fan,
But that person is played by my father,
I guess that was just the plan.

No Christmas present, no birthday card,
Another year flies by the same,
She doesn't think of me, don't you think to live with that is hard,
And to accept that she is not to blame.

Blonde, small, and with green eyes,
We all know she has loved, but she always denies,
Brown, long, and with internal pain,
Just wishes her mother turned out to be sane.

As of tomorrow's light,
She will consume that tonight
As well as her self respect,
Born with a life defect.

A mental one that ruined my family,
None of us from this seem to be happy,
It ruined her beautiful health conditions,
But this health issue wasn't her decision.

Age unknown, but has gone missing,
I try to talk about it but no one listens,
They stomp all over every feeling,
And expecting me to blow this away without needing healing.

Abducted by satan, cast under his ruling,
But he doesn't understand it's himself he's fooling,
She may be forever hypnotized, not knowing what is correct,
But he doesn't realize,
It brought the whole family to God and of him we respect.

See satan ended up playing his own game on himself,
Not knowing how this would end up for everyone else,
He's just a loser, wanting to see pain,
So my sorrow is just adding to the reign.

It's not my fault it has to be this way,
And it is not her fault either,
No matter how far away, no matter what all say,
It was niether.

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This cage is closing in,
When will I find its key,
I will once it is time, of the Lord's eyes I'll see

This cycle is as painful as a knife, it's a temporary thing, referred to as life.

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Hope you all liked it. Well rn I'm talking to no one but hopefully my work one day is discovered!