I was born into this world,
And hated by a mother,
Who never showed an ounce of love,
And loved to watch me suffer,
She picked apart my flaws,
And ignored my pain when I would cry,
“Your tears don’t phase me,” she would say,
Oh how I’d wish I weren’t alive,
Yet she made me who I am today,
I give the love I did not receive,
But how I long for someone to notice,
How much I have achieved,
But because of her I feel too much,
And often feel misplaced,
For I’ve discovered many like her,
And once more her words roll down my face.