am I the only one who's mother never let me cry?
never comforted or held me, never even tried
said it's “not a crying matter,” but nothing ever was
made me learn to trap the sadness in my soul just like she does

I don't think that she was cruel, don't resent her; not at all
I don't think she tried to harm me; she's my mother after all

I think she thought
the bad she did
would lead to something good

I think she thought
that hurting me
meant nobody else would

she protected me
in her own redundant way
her protection was the reason I could never stay

she protected me
by breaking me first
but hearts can be re-broken, and the second time is worse