Feeling like my mother
Never finding a way to leave
Holding any kind of affection close to me
Feeling like my mother
I hate seeing me, the body that I have is not feeding me
I'm hungry for success, but it's too scary to see
Discovering who I am meant to be
Shriveled up in the corner
Feeling ashamed to ask for help
Mother like child
Child like mother
The apple that fell
Feeling like my mother, I shout,
Scared to take a leap, never believing in myself
I'm swimming in a pitful of doubt
Being observant pays the tole
Soaking up her behavior, I'm an empty soul
Copy and paste, such a waste, lost potential in the worst way
Do I have it in me to go or stay?
The apple that fell.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
Feeling like my mother
Never finding a way to leave
Holding any kind of affection close to me
Feeling like my mother
I hate seeing me, the body that I have is not feeding me
I'm hungry for success, but it's too scary to see
Discovering who I am meant to be
Shriveled up in the corner
Feeling ashamed to ask for help
Mother like child
Child like mother
The apple that fell
Feeling like my mother, I shout,
Scared to take a leap, never believing in myself
I'm swimming in a pitful of doubt
Being observant pays the tole
Soaking up her behavior, I'm an empty soul
Copy and paste, such a waste, lost potential in the worst way
Do I have it in me to go or stay?
The apple that fell.
Breaking the generational chain is the challenge they say.