Mother

In some ways

I hate you more than Dad

I hate the way you pretend

Every fucking day.

I hate the way that you pretend

That eveything's alright

And that you think it's normal

That you fall asleep alone at night

Because your husband

Is in my room.

I hate the way

You drink yourself senseless

So that you can't hear

What your husband does to your girl.

You know what, Mom?

I hate you more than him

Because you could save me

Your baby girl

From my hell

My living nightmare

And yet you stay away from the room at night

You shut your eyes

And pretend it's alright.

When will you

Open your eyes

And think of someone else

Other than your fucking self?