What are you?
A mother or a passerby in the streets;
A being that has no love.
What have I done-
For you to treat me as an outcast?
I am a kin to you, only shunned;
For the metallic fluid that flows through you is in me.
Treated indifferently by my own-
Seen as unwanted baggage;
Tossed away like rags.
Deprived of your love and attention and thrown abusive words.
I wondered what offense I made;
It was the fact that I loved my mother.
But now-
How can I see you as anything to me after this?
All I craved was a mother's care;
Only presented with absenteeism.
I learnt to love with my head and not my heart.
So dear mother,
Thank you for teaching me your traits but I do pray I don't hurt my own-
Like you did me.
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Emotions
PoetryI'm just a girl who feels so many emotions due to constant events in my life😖. Never exactly sure how to feel or act and be myself, self conscious of how others see me😓. Poetry is art and art works are as calming as rain. Writing gives me peace...
