My mom and I don't get along
She loves me sometimes
Other times like I've committed multiple crimes
We never raise hands
our likeminded heads are already wrapped in metal bands
When will we hold hands and forgive?
If I can't move on from this, I fear I'll never live
Lord knows how hard I try and
How much I give into my pride
How little my mom listens yet how wonderfully eccentric and kind
The stories of her as a child never fail to make me wonder
They remind me so much of myself that my blood starts to boil
I'm not like her
Erratic
Childish or
Hopeful...
How can I ask for a life better than the one I'm living
The whole thing just seems so immoral
I want to run away
I always thought I would like it better that way,
But a seed growing in my heart says
A future without you is no future I want to ever hold at bay.