You've just learned about her,
And how deep she goes.
Only recently did you learn about the pain she caused,
To you it's all brand-new.
I have lived with the hurt,
The tears she made me cry,
For most of my life,
They stayed silent.
Before I even realized,
I kept my lips shut.
I kept what went on,
To myself.
She was my mother,
I decided I had to protect her.
How was I to know it was different?
Didn't other kids do that for their mothers?
It hurt so much to leave her,
To let her go,
What happens to the secrets I kept for her?
Does this mean they're useless now?
I second guess myself,
An average of once a day.
Wouldn't it have been better not to fight her?
Better just to stay?
She is my mother,
I will always love her,
And I'll always want to believe that she loves me,
Despite evidence otherwise.
It took so long,
To set myself free,
But that's how I know he won't leave her,
My brother's too much like me.