There are some days where knowing what I lack
Rekindles an anger I don't know how to lessen
As I try to reach the knife lodged in my back

The blade sunk deeper and deeper over time
As the stabber kept holding on
Holding me back as I tried to climb

There was no fixing it, no hope
All I could finally do was leave
Believing space and time could help me cope

But bad days still appear suddenly before my face
Where I'm reminded of what I try to ignore
That the role of a mother can't be replaced

It takes so much effort to fake it again and again
To tell myself I don't need a mom, I'm fine
But words can't always hold back the pain

Of the knife she left in my back