True Feelings

Do this, do that,

Why this, What have you done…

Is that all you can say to me?
A child,

Made from love that’s dying…

I didn’t ask to be born,

You could have aborted me,

When you found out,

But you let yourself be pushed,

And now you vent your frustrations on me.

Do you want to know how much pain I hold inside?

All the pain you’ve cause me,

All the hatred you’ve bred inside of me…

No you wouldn’t,

You’re selfish like that,

Not wanting to understand others,

To understand me…

A/N: I wrote it for the woman who I have to call my mother… yes there is someone on this planet who can really hate her own real mother with every single cell in her body… So, as always, Flames are ignored, don’t waste your time writing those, criticism on the way I write is accepted, depends on my mood if I actually take it into consideration or ignore it though. Ah, and obviously, positive comments are always welcome… or just plain old rambling is fine, talk about what you did last Thursday for all I care, it just might entertain my already darkening life. Just use your time wisely.