“You only get one mother.”
What a weird thing to say,
Because she only gets one me.
They didn’t think about that, did they?
“Forgive her, it’s not that serious.”
As if she is the one they need to protect
They’ve forgotten the fact that I was a child,
Or was I the one they chose to neglect?
I only have one mother; she only had one chance
And she blew it, willingly trading it for spite.
While everybody has always been quick to pick a side,
I am forced to take up the battles they refused to fight
You do not get to dictate how I choose to heal
Or rewrite the years I was forced to be small.
I carried wounds that should have never been given,
And answered for pain that was never my fault
From an early age, I had to make myself small,
to be quiet, clean, and easy to ignore
This, my darlings, is no longer anger, but release.
I refuse to carry what was never mine anymore.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
“You only get one mother.”
What a weird thing to say,
Because she only gets one me.
They didn’t think about that, did they?
“Forgive her, it’s not that serious.”
As if she is the one they need to protect
They’ve forgotten the fact that I was a child,
Or was I the one they chose to neglect?
I only have one mother; she only had one chance
And she blew it, willingly trading it for spite.
While everybody has always been quick to pick a side,
I am forced to take up the battles they refused to fight
You do not get to dictate how I choose to heal
Or rewrite the years I was forced to be small.
I carried wounds that should have never been given,
And answered for pain that was never my fault
From an early age, I had to make myself small,
to be quiet, clean, and easy to ignore
This, my darlings, is no longer anger, but release.
I refuse to carry what was never mine anymore.