Dr Jekyll Mrs Hyde

She kissed the bruises and wiped the pain away, She is the reason I have no father today. She was always there when I needed her I knew I could call, I spent my life in prison, she convinced me to take the fall. She tucked me in my bed, and read a story every night, She laughed as my father bled to death that was a scary sight. She was honest and caring and I loved her so, She used this against me; told me my father had to go. She was a real good planner; she was very smart too, As she place the knife in my hand and told what I had to do. She visits me each week and tells me things will be just fine, The life support she lives on now allows her to wine and dine. She tells me that she loves me, and she always will, But I am the one sitting here in this prison still. She writes me letters and puts money on my books, She’s not coming back this time I can tell by her looks. She is my mother and I love her this is true, But I hate her deeply for things she tricked me to do. Will I ever forgive her, only time will tell? I have plenty of time to think about it, in my own personal hell.