Abused Love
Abused Children,
Unhealed Children,
Passed down from,
Abused Mothers,
And unhealed mothers
Mothers who act like children just because they grew up too fast
Because their mother was a little too harsh on them
There's no victims in our story
There’s just hopeless children
Seeking for their mother’s warmth
For their mother’s acceptance
As daughters, we hide our pain from our mothers
Because if they saw our pain
It triggered their own
We aren’t allowed to be upset
Because simply they had it worse, right?
So we take the threats,
We take the screams,
The cries,
The faults,
We pick up the broken glass,
We pick up our crying mother off the floor,
And wipe her tears,
As she is just a hopeless child,
An abused child,
An unhealed one.
Copyright © Alex Olson | Year Posted 2024
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