You love me, even though I hate you
You respect me, even though I scorn you
You are proud of me, even though I shame you
You are a beacon of light
In the darkness of my insanity
And so I shy away;
Bite the hand that feeds me,
Even if only in my mind, my thoughts.
A battle of wills,
Though they are one and the same;
Two sides of one coin.
You care for me, even though I hurt you
You heal me, even though I wound you
You hug me, even though I pull away from you
You pray for me, even though I have lost faith.
You are nothing to me, yet you are my world.
I love you in the face of my hate;
I am lost and you are my path home,
Though trampled by me you hold fast.
I am sorry.
A/N this was originally about a friend and the contradictions. She is the best friend one could have but my mind holds many random thoughts.
I thought it could also describe the mother and that is how it is titled.