Weird.
It's weird to feel two emotions at the same time.
Hate.
Hate is the first one.
They say it's a stronge word, but I know something stronger.
Regret.
I regret saying I hate you, at least it wasn't to your face.
I don't mean it, although I say it alot.
I don't wish for you to fall into a ditch, like I think about.
But it's not my fault.
I'm not at fault for disliking you, I have every right to hate you.
But I don't.
After you beat me at four in the morning.
When you latched your teeth onto my face.
When you tried to choke me.
When you whipped blood on me.
See it now?
I have good reason to hate you.
But I don't.
And I won't.
And I can't.
Because You're My Mother.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
