A mothers love can mean so much,
Down to every word and single touch.
When I was younger I never questioned,
The love of which my mom hardly ever mentioned.
As I got older the words slipped away,
Sometimes I wish the words were here to stay.
Sometimes I express my love,
But I'm tired of being pushed away like a bug.
Sometimes she teases me way too much,
But she doesn't realize I hate myself enough.
There are things that my mother has said,
Things that I keep going over and over in my head.
What she said cut me deep,
A pain I wish I wouldn't keep.
Her words can't be undone,
The thought of them makes me want to run.
I hate the words she said so much,
Maybe because they were right to the touch.