You say you wish I was never born….
then why did you have me?
When you just as easily could have aborted.
You never were that great of a mother to me,
but that I doubt you will ever see.
My sister you do love,
hand in hand you two fit like a glove.
She will defend you till the end,
but over backwards I seem to have to bend.
Nothing I do seems to make you happy,
but you will still never see that you are killing me.
All I want is a mother that cares,
not one that glares.
Drinking your poison is killing you,
when you are gone what do I do?
I will take care of my sister like she is my own,
because without you, being her mother is all I have known.
I took care of her for you,
when you were incapable to.
But now that you got mad,
you make me out to be bad.
She will never hate me as much as you,
no matter how you try or what you do.
I tried to love her as my own,
leaving you all alone.
You could not handle us being as one,
now you try to make it all come undone.
Try as you might, try as you will….
She does love me still!
I love you little sister!
I wrote this poem on a rather low day… my mother and i usually never see eye to eye. So this is about her.