Today I went to therapy,
it was because of my mother.
A night before,
she screamed and slammed the door.
She yelled and mocked me,
she said she didn't really care if she pushed me away,
along with the rest of the family.
She gets heated all to fast,
and it boggles my mind that she lashes so bad.
Her words were bee stings,
and my breaths were sharp needles.
My tears were raindrops,
and her voice was fire.
So tell me,
Mommy Dearest,
do you truly care about me?