I wanted to be like you
when I was growing up
I thought I knew you
but I didn't
you wouldn't let me know you
not the real you
not the mother you're supposed to be
not the mother with open arms
not the mother who understood me

I wanted to be like you
when I was just a little one
My eyes were cast upon you
My heart was full of joy
and life was worth the while
but you didn't want that
you didn't love me
you didn't care
..
not the way a mother
should love her child

Instead you chose something else
something that tore us apart
something I dreaded
something more important
more than I'd ever be
something any child
wouldn't want in life
if she truly understood

I don't want to
follow my Mother's footsteps
but to create
a better life...
......
or should I?