Abused Love

Abused Children, Unhealed Children, Passed down from, Abused Mothers, And unhealed mothers Mothers who act like children just because they grew up too fast Because their mother was a little too harsh on them There's no victims in our story There’s just hopeless children Seeking for their mother’s warmth For their mother’s acceptance As daughters, we hide our pain from our mothers Because if they saw our pain It triggered their own We aren’t allowed to be upset Because simply they had it worse, right? So we take the threats, We take the screams, The cries, The faults, We pick up the broken glass, We pick up our crying mother off the floor, And wipe her tears, As she is just a hopeless child, An abused child, An unhealed one.