My mom,

She failed.

Never really tried.

She gave me her trauma,

Courtesy of grandma,

Along with some more,

So severe that I never could subside.

I failed

To

Recover.

To heal.

She'd never

Be

Proud, I failed far too often.

But I don't mind.

Really.

I'm not her,

And she's not

There.

She was never here.

I'm not her,

But she doesn't know that.