Dear mom,
I will write the things I will never say,
like how your life looks unkind to you on some days.
You look tired, the kind that sleep doesn’t fix.
Sometimes I ask myself why you stayed.
With dad, I mean — did you do it for me?
I know you love him, I know you do,
but I saw how many times he upset you.
You seem lonely, and even when you try not to show,
I know your life is different from how you wanted it to go.
If you ever find something I wrote,
I’m sorry, there is a reason I didn’t show these notes.
They were never meant to hurt, or to be seen by you,
only to write down emotions
I didn’t know what to do with.
Sleep well, dear mom, and live your day
how you want, my love will stay.