Her love is unconditional.
Her temper is short.
She cares too much, and refuses to see her babies hurt.
I falter left and right,
Still she loves me and holds me tight.
When I'm home, I'm no longer myself.
I am who I am no matter what I try.
So on goes the disguise and I fight the urge to cry.
In go my headphones, then its up with the volume and my hood.
I'd rather hide and be misunderstood.
I thought you were all I'd ever need.
I want to make you proud.
I want you to see me succeed.
There are just times when I need some space;
To fall, to learn, to get up again
All at my own pace.
You allow me to be crazy, but you keep me sane,
Even in the toughest times you remain calm.
I love you more than anything,
Because you are MY Mom.