A Mother

A mother is suspose to hold you when you cry. A mother is suspose to believe in you and encourage your dreams. A mother's love is suspose to be unconditional and never ending. At times I sit and wonder why, my mother has never been any of these things. Instead my mother wishes me to die. My mother has inflicted so much hurt and so much pain that I hate even saying her name. She threw me away like a piece of trash and very seldom looked back. When she see's me she cannot speak to me like I am a human being. Instead she says things that hurts so deep, it is a never ending defeat! She is living in her own hell for the things she has done to me. All though she has never been productive in my life, I have turned out just right!