a mistake was made
the mistake was me
how can you tell? she’d tell you with glee
“worthless”
“stupid”
“a dumb waste of time”
how do you say that you didn’t mean it, when you clearly did to?
to remind me
to gaslight me
to tell me i’m wrong
its all in my head
its all in my head
its all in my head, now is it?
“i’ve done nothing but love you,
is this what i deserve?”
why yes
why yes it is!
for you shout and you pout and you take up my mind
every word you utter is an insult
for every thing that i am is not of your worth
the mother that raised me
to love and to die
has caused me a lead of wanting to try
to be better
get better
do better
be the best you can be
yet you shout and you pout all of the time
how i’m “idiotic”
“unneeded”
“pathetic”
had you lost it, my mother?
am i not good enough for you?
your child, your upbringing
your sacrifice
yet you treat me as if nothing
let me rot in the sorrow you’ve possessed upon me
for you shout