mother, why?
i know you carried me for 9 months
well a little less...
i was born early

but, why?
why do you act this way?
why do you treat me like this?
why?

i understand
i can definitely be aggravating
and annoying
and frustrating

but, why?
why do you do this?
why do you say that?
why dont you see it?

you act as if i was the worst thing
youve ever encountered
i look at you sometimes,
and i dont see my mother

but, why?
why dont i see my mother?
why dont you like me?
why dont you care?

i know that i dont do everything you ask
i know its hard nowadays
i know that you can get very mad
i know this

but, why?
why dont you hear me?
why dont you want to know about me?
why dont you just listen?

i know why
you have a lot on your plate
you have more important things to do
you have other people in your life

you choose to ignore me
unless you need something
you dont hear my cries for you
but, why?