You were sad my whole life.
Angry too, though you didn't show it
until the bone pain wore you down.
Then you opened fire.
      "You stupid girl, never could do things right. Look at you,
        fat as a **** pig, no one will ever want you."
I knelt down next to you,
inside the stench of cancer.
It had eaten you down
to the size of a six-year-old, still
wearing your eighty-year-old face.
You didn't understand
that you didn't understand
I have been sad my whole life too.