Verbal Punching Bag

I am my mother’s verbal punching bag. When she has a bad day, I pay the price. I can’t stop her daily verbal attack, Because nothing I do will e’er suffice. The things she says are unforgivable; Her insults are like acid on my hands. Her kind comments have always been minimal, But what else would you expect from my mom? I pick at my fingers to help me cope, And oftentimes, even that makes her annoyed. So, for the sake of my skin, I hope She’ll be a person I can fully avoid. Her verbal abuse is shown through my fingers, Through the dried blood and dull pain that lingers.