You were my own mother.
I stand there looking at my feet.
As you tell me, I don't deserve to cry.
You call me a monster.
Because what kind of daughter could be
Crazy enough to act this way
Certainly not mine.
Our relationship was toxic.
But you gave me life.
And a roof over my head
You called me a cruel daughter.
I can't stop myself from arguing every chance I get.
You call me manipulative when I say hurtful things when I get mad.
I am so used to apologizing to you.
You stopped believing me when I did.
When I was 12, you saw healed scars on my thighs.
You made me think that no one would ever love me.
Because what kind of man would love a girl with cuts on her body?
Nothing you said made sense.
I could never win when I talked to you.
Because you were my mother and were “always right.”
The worst part was I believed you.
-Kat. J. K.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 1:18 PM UTC
You were my own mother.
I stand there looking at my feet.
As you tell me, I don't deserve to cry.
You call me a monster.
Because what kind of daughter could be
Crazy enough to act this way
Certainly not mine.
Our relationship was toxic.
But you gave me life.
And a roof over my head
You called me a cruel daughter.
I can't stop myself from arguing every chance I get.
You call me manipulative when I say hurtful things when I get mad.
I am so used to apologizing to you.
You stopped believing me when I did.
When I was 12, you saw healed scars on my thighs.
You made me think that no one would ever love me.
Because what kind of man would love a girl with cuts on her body?
Nothing you said made sense.
I could never win when I talked to you.
Because you were my mother and were “always right.”
The worst part was I believed you.
-Kat. J. K.
The first poem I wrote about my mother<3
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