My Mom is Cruel to Me
she always has been,
even when i was a little girl.
she would refuse to pick me up,
refuse to read to me,
take toys from my hands
and leave me wondering
what id done wrong
i think shes always held some disdain for me.
maybe i ruined her life
maybe she looks at me
and sees what she lost
maybe she hates me for it?
now she favours my sister,
and somehow im always the one
whos wrong
the difficult one.
the disappointing one.
the one who should have known better
my health goes disregarded
toothaches become nothing
stomachaches are nothing
pain is ordinary
she cared more when i was little.
why not now?
nobody believes
its worth noticing
nobody believes
im worth noticing
im sorry
that i couldnt be better
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