life has always been cruel to me.
she has never been kind, never held my face in her hands as if i were her own.
never cradled me beneath a tree in the shade, never sung to me or gave me warmth.
so i guess it isn't my fault that i followed suit
i guess you mustn't blame me
when i am harsh
rude
cold
distant
lacking compassion.
i guess i'm sorry
but i'm not
should i apologize for how i was raised?
mother told me she raised me
denied i raised myself
but seeing how i turned out
i guess she was right
we both abused me
