The Mother

How can my own mother

Do this to me?!

She’s behaving like a child,

Like I should be.

She’s saying that I’m smoking.

She’s telling everyone

Everywhere

About her lies about me.

She told my brother.

She told my sister.

She told them that’s why I hide in my room.

She gives them gossip

To spread at school.

She feeds on lies

And feeds them lies.

She feeds on others’ pain

She makes me want to die.

How can my own mother

Do this to me?

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I'm kinda jealous!! lol My issues with my mom read off like a laundry list of things to hate, like getting hit until my legs split and bleed, threatened with foster care, kicked out of the house in front of my siblings over and over again and one time whilst still chewing supper to live in an abandoned factory and an abandoned state institution building where my friend built a cage for me in there so the rats wouldn't bite me, being blamed for the divorce outright, slapped all the time in the face in every public setting imaginable like the church- mall- and parks, and having to "earn" my birthdays. That's just the EASIEST stuff to talk about. Everyone has questions as to why they MIGHT be important and we want to have someone that champions our existence, and when it's not so readily seen, it hurts like f'n Hell. If I only "cut" and didn't do stuff like jump off a bridge with barbed wire around my neck to piss off my mom, jump out of a car on the highway while she was driving so she would get blamed for my safety not being protected and someone running me over, and wanting to light on fire every one of her possessions... it might have been more compartmentalized, and easier to get over things. I, almost, admire that most kids these days put their scars where everyone can see them!! lol Mine weren't seen in such an obvious light. I reacted to things most wouldn't. There was a kid on my street when I was around 9 or so, and he had skinned his dog alive, and he proceeded to chase it down the street in front of me house. His dad knew my grandfather, who knew and employed/befriended a lot of people in the "Italian mafia", and the family would never say anything to me without permission, but that f'n kid came chasing his dying dog past my house, and when I realized at the same time this was happening and my sister screamed.... I ran out to the street in my tie and dress up pants, took his face and forehead to the pavement and scraped almost his entire face off his f'n skull!! Just saying... it could be worse!! Don't react to your parents and idiots so much because when you are old enough to know better, bullying get hooked on drugs or kill themselves, parents learn to treasure" what they easily forget... which makes for this weird forgiveness tour to take place, and friends become more evident, and their meanings evermore awesome!! How can I miss you when I barely know you? Because I "hear" you, Taylor and I like you a lot!! xoxo -Your Mark

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My mom believes I'm a druggie, an alcoholic, a s**t, and probably every stereotypical teenager label under the sun...*shrugs* :c