Mommy dearest, please, talk to me

Soon, seven years, I am to be

I know, I'm larger than others

In sync with my older brother

But if you'd call me, now and then

I swear I'll change, before I'm ten.

Mommy Dearest, you did not call

You kept, not one promise, at all

You say, "We'll see each other soon"

My schedule, I kept full of room

They still stay empty, as days pass

And less I am a little lass.

Mommy Dearest, I'm sick of this

All that I try, just seems to miss

I am no model, no beauty

No queen, yet, it is my duty

They call me pretty, and lovely

I know, it's not really, what you see.

Mommy Dearest, I end it here

Despite your glare that I do fear

You've never harmed me, or said such

Cruel things to make my heart break much

Though, it would let me know you care

Than the empty words you do spare.

But you know what kills me the most?

You were nine months my gentle host,

But that isn't enough for you

So I hold love for both, it's true.

I'm not sure I can love you more,

But why must my heart be left sore?