Our relationship has always been bumpy,
harboring nothing more than hatred and discontent
towards one another.
A part of me held hope that things would get better
between you and I,
between mother and son,
but
the words
you said
that day...
"That's your problem - always asking why. You need to stop asking questions all the time, and just do what your told."
In that moment
I knew
that all hope was lost,
for your son is a wonderer
and will never stop wondering.
Until you understand that,
I guess you'll always consider me a misbehaved brat.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
Our relationship has always been bumpy,
harboring nothing more than hatred and discontent
towards one another.
A part of me held hope that things would get better
between you and I,
between mother and son,
but
the words
you said
that day...
"That's your problem - always asking why. You need to stop asking questions all the time, and just do what your told."
In that moment
I knew
that all hope was lost,
for your son is a wonderer
and will never stop wondering.
Until you understand that,
I guess you'll always consider me a misbehaved brat.
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