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This Lonely Life

Here alone in this ivory tower,
I remember my mother and her power, 
I always thought she held me down,
Sometimes I feared that I’d drown,
I always felt I needed to run away,
My love for her made me stay.

Now I am free from the pain that her love brought,
Never feeling I measured up to what she sought,
Both my sister and me finally broke free,
Scared of the monster that she could be.

Now alone here though I miss her shout,
In the darkness it’s having her respect I think about,
I know I am still a part of her family,
But wonder will she ever accept the real me,
Somehow I fear this will never be so.
Will I have her love maybe I’ll never know.

I know my family has always been one at war.
Ever since her father walked out of the door,
Maybe my mother wasn’t ready for a child,
Her own life had always been a bit crazy and wild,
She and the others were left to fend for themselves,
It seems it runs in the family never caring about anyone else.

I wrote this at age 18 life is so much better now

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