You made me cry today.
You raised your voice at me
as if I wasn't sitting in the seat
right next to you.
You told me I didn't listen -
that I never listened.
And that I didn't understand,
nor even try.
You screamed all this
at the top of your lungs
instead of
being a mature parent
and talk with your daughter
in a civilised tone.
But you don't do civil,
do you, mum?
But then again, you don't see your faults either
but focus on mine and others'.
It's funny how you accuse me of not
listening when in reality
you cut me off when I tried to speak.
You took my voice, mum.
And you refused to give it back.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
You made me cry today.
You raised your voice at me
as if I wasn't sitting in the seat
right next to you.
You told me I didn't listen -
that I never listened.
And that I didn't understand,
nor even try.
You screamed all this
at the top of your lungs
instead of
being a mature parent
and talk with your daughter
in a civilised tone.
But you don't do civil,
do you, mum?
But then again, you don't see your faults either
but focus on mine and others'.
It's funny how you accuse me of not
listening when in reality
you cut me off when I tried to speak.
You took my voice, mum.
And you refused to give it back.
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