You were never there
You left me home alone
I woke up to a note
It read went to get milk
I was 8 years old
But that wasn’t her first mistake
No tools to cope
That's when I began writing
Using my imagination
To escape, create my own world
Learning how to dissociate  

As a child I thought
Mom could do no wrong
But as time went by
She wasn’t the same
She turned back to the past
Using drugs to numb her pain
My sister and I watched
Suffering in silence
We wanted to tell the truth
To share our side of the story
The pain she caused us
We still carry  

Mom, now it’s your turn  
To sit and accept
The role you played
We took care of one another
While you went astray
Stop playing the victim
If you could just be honest
Maybe we’d have a complete story