Little Thin White Lines

That's Not What Mother's Do

I bet you don't remember,
Not like I do.
Late nights,
When I would think,
That's not what mother's do.

Buried beneath my sheets,
Locked behind my door,
I remember your wine drunk body,
Calling me a whore.

Or the excessive texting,
About how you're so ashamed,
But I bet you don't know,
You're the one to blame.

When I needed you the most,
Is when you turned your back,
Now self love and self esteem
Is something that I lack

Because when you've been broken
So many times before,
It's impossible to make yourself
Believe you might be worth more.

I never quite understood,
How you could be so cruel,
You were supposed to be my mom,
And That's not what mothers do.

Buy me anything I wanted
Manipulate my brain,
Made me think I could trust you,
And then turn on me again.

I need to get some help
You would complain to my father,
I cause too much trouble,
Too much conflict, I'm a bother.

It took all of my strength,
To finally push you away,
I distanced myself,
I've since seen better days.

But although the years have past,
And my scars are no longer open wounds,
I still sit and think to myself,
That's not what mother's do.