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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2323307
relationship with my mother
I walked into a room of clocks
That all told different times
A mirrored world where all can
See our hidden crimes
From rumored whispers in the air
To concrete signatures
That say we do not care

You keep saying that I am bad
Creating a wound with a scab
And I keep on putting plaster
On each cut to heal it fasters

You build me up then tear me down
When you communicate
Which way am I supposed to feel
So I just keep getting better faster
Behind these walls that I have built
A prison with no gate

I've lost my childhood innocence
I've found my self-belief
Behind piles of emotional trash
I've found some lonely relief
And in that loneliness, I have
Sailed a thousand seas

You don't want me to disappear
You don't want me to hang around
So, I cry in disbelief
You hold me down you hold me up
Mommy are we out of luck
We can't communicate
Twisted braids of tainted love
A jungle we have made

You keep telling me I'm bad
So, I keep on getting better faster
You keep pulling at the scab
I keep applying the plaster
I've lost my self esteem
I've lost my confidence
You tell me it's because you care
But I think I'd rather be alone
Than live this life that's not my own.
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