I’m trying be who I was
but it’s not gonna happen
In blink eye. But I’m not gonna
Be that doormat who everyone walked all
Over with no more.
Now I have a reason try be a better
Person the mother my boys look
up to. I will always miss my boy
forever and many still will see
Me as that broken person.
But no one see the me I really
am it’s as if people want see who
they want see.
Yet to my boys they know the real me
And that’s all that matter to
me.
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