Motherless

My mother believed kids should be seen and not heard And that teens have no right to be sad They contribute nothing, everything is done for them What reason to be upset could they have? She didn't seem to get that kids have feelings And teenagers have more than most It's no wonder I grew up emotion with no meaning It's no wonder I grew up morose Every day there was something else Something that she would nit pick Never could I do the right thing I could never gain her acceptance I was never pretty, smart or good enough There was always someone better And that is why I put her down In the written form of a letter "Dear Mother, you have never loved me And I needed a mother's love But it's too late now, don't even bother You were no mother to speak of." And with that I walked out of her life With absolutely no regret Now I am happier than I've ever been But sadly motherless Unlike mostly all of my poems, this is based on real life. 'Nuff said about that, the poem says all that needs to be said.