Mom I Know You Did Not Ask For Me
I came here hopefully.
But not willingly.
I came here to be protected!
I guess I’m old enough to be rejected…
By a mom who wanted a child.
To release as an adult without guilt, but my condition is not mild.
Mild as her love…
Which I can sense is fading into the above.
Mom, I’m sorry for the years you invested in me.
I will never be old enough to be free.
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