What have I done wrong?
To deserve all this.
I am a gift from above.
But I wasn't valued like one.
You loathed me as if I was a curse,
Being drunk isn't an excuse.
Hiding me isn't an escape,
Neglecting me is a mortal sin.
You didn't give me the chance.
The chance to be born and to be loved.
Dear Mother, I am not a mistake,
I'm a responsibility you didn't take.
A respectful young woman,
In the eyes of other individuals.
But behind all of these lies,
A bitch who killed her own flesh and blood.
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