my own mother, no more than an extra presence beside me
she tries to reach me, but she fails
her warm, loving hand, barely grazes me
she tries to grasp my heart, but that's a hopeless gesture
shes no longer a comfort, shes now a precaution
my heart is delicate, fragile, while hers is tired and curious
I'm a puzzle to her, with lots of missing pieces
one of her many kids, but the only who can't show their love
hatred is not a good look on me but changing my facet is painful
I push my mother away, in hopes she despises me
that she sees me the way I see myself
but a mothers love cannot be shaken
her love is stronger than my need to disappear
tougher than the demand to force her away
her love is everlasting, and for that I'm grateful
I miss being your daughter, I miss my mum
but my trust is hard to earn, and you've diminished my hope for you