A mother’s love is a beautiful thing
Until it isn’t
Until it means pain
Pain that cuts and bleeds
You give her your heart
A heart she created
You are a being she made
She carried and nursed you
So why does she abhor you?
Why are her words coated with disgust?
You were cursed from the start
Destined to live as a writhing, vile creature
A creature she created yet hates
All you want is to be held and loved
All you want is a listening ear
Someone to look to for protection
You instinctively yearn for her
Arms raised, you run to her
Sunlight coating the day
Glitter on her face
How quickly it all changes
You didn’t anticipate the storm behind her mask
Your arms pushed down and away
That wretched smile fills her face
How old were you when you realized?
How young were you when you saw?
Why did we have to realize
That a mothers love isn’t what it once was