Then, there's your pent up emotions,
One second we were all fine
The other minute, your explode.
That turns into the 'battle of the prides'.
Mood swings that is predictable
Still, we cant find to predict.
Movements that we almost memorize
Yet, we cant follow its rhythm.
And for all the battles we have,
Fights that lasted for a week,
Cold treatments that I cant bear,
Mom, I just wanted to say sorry.
Mom, sorry that I can't,
Sorry that I can't be the daughter you wished.
Sorry if its hard to pretend
Pretending to be the daughter you wish.
Sorry that I'm not the best
Best in doing that simple household chores.
That makes you think of abandoning me
Throwing me in a place well never meet.
And it make me seek,
Seeks for your attention
In a way, I know that makes me best
Best among us- your children.
And that is through education
The only thing I can capture you're attention.
In all recognition I've got
Surprises you but not enough.
It is not enough, right?
Me that at least excelled in academics
But never passed in your house rules.
Yet I still cherish you.
So, aside from all the flows in me
Wrongs you tend to focus,
Still, I wanted to thank you
Thank you for bringing the life in me
And maybe I never say 'I love you' seriously,
And jokes over it all that time.
Remember that I love you, and by chance
In another lifetime, I hopes that your still be my mother.
