Growing up, I had a precious father
And a loving mother.
But why become a wife
If you were gonna choose another?
You had 2 sons and a daughter
So why the hell did you leave us?
Should I have done better?
Now im confused, as if I'm still a fetus.
If you're someone I don't know
Should I still call you mother?
I know nothing about you now.
Is it befitting to call you a stranger?
I remember the old me, feeling sadness,
Unstoppable.
What did I think of what you did? Sad and
Unforgivable.
You made a family
And wrecked it with your vanity.
You made children
But you couldn't be there for them.
Over the years I've had someone to support me
They weren't my relative, but it felt as if they are
I tried searching for you high, low, near, and far
But I still couldn't find you, the thing that haunted me
all my life, I've sought out discovery
Of the sole reason why my own creator
Was not able to love me.
All I found was your name in a tombstone
And the names of your children
Whom you've chosen
To thrown
To the mother who wasn't
