i hate her
i keep losing myself to her
i lost each part of myself staying by her
i start self loathing sessions when she's around
she likes to blame others on what she have brought upon us
she feels no remorse nor she feels any guilt
she sprays her venom and then wonders why her victims are dead
she has wings that are wide enough to hide a country yet she only uses them to hide her crimes
she hide her ugliness behind sweet words and innocent looks
she cries for help when all she's done is torture everyone
she never really sees herself as herself
she is the angel in her story
she deserves credit for being a victim in her case
in my case, she's the devil in disguise
YOU ARE READING
A mother
RandomHere i write how much my life got ruined by my own mother. It's a space for me to breathe my anxiety out and away, hopefully.
