mom
why would you ever break my heart
with your words
made of steel
with your behaviour
made of ice

why would you ever break my heart
just like that

why does everything i do seem so
wrong for you
why cant i ever be
simply RIGHT for you

why would you break my heart
in millions and millions of pieces
and every time i pick them up
and glue them together
your words shatter my heart
again and again

whats left is a vague memory
of a once hopeful soul
now drying out in the desert called
"I have probably never been enough for you"