You send me gifts,
You send me cards,
You sign it with a kiss,
But this is not love.
You send me emails,
Tell me to write back,
I do yet dad never replies,
This is not love.
You belittle me,
Mock me,
Humiliate me,
This is not love.
Your words torture me,
You think its ok to hit me,
You justify your cruelty,
This is not love.
I have tried to explain,
I have never blamed you,
I needed the distance,
This is not love.
You dont listen to me,
You turn family against me,
You are ashamed of me,
This is not love.
You blame me,
You shame me,
You will never accept me,
This is not love.
You go behind my back,
Telling people you want to help,
Yet you only ever scold me,
This is not love.
You refused to listen,
Just continued to blame,
Telling me its not good enough,
This is not love.
Others have tried to tell you,
You are making me sick,
But still you will not have it,
This is not love.
Everything that happens to me,
How you would abuse me,
You can only show anger,
This is no love.
You have pushed me so far,
That i've lost my mind,
I've lost all hope,
This is not love.
I have had patience with you,
Told you I understand you,
Yet still its never enough,
This is not love.
You want me to visit,
You will pay me to visit,
Pay to make me more sick...
This is not love.
After I was assaulted,
Your anger was relentless,
The blaming, the shaming,
This is not love.
Screaming and shouting down the phone,
I was forced to listen, I had no control,
Telling me id caused so much damage, made people sick..
This is not love.
All I got from you,
Was yet more torture,
More abuse, no empathy,
This is not love.
Ever since that day Ive known,
You cannot be my mother,
I cant treat anyone like you did,
This is not love.
I cannot understand,
What it must be like,
To have zero compassion,
This is not love.
You tortured me before,
Then you tortured me more,
Now you want me to come back?
This is not love.
Mum - I do not hate you,
And I mean you no harm,
But you have caused so much damage,
This is not love.
I am certainly not perfect,
And neither are you,
But i'd never want to hurt someone,
This is not love.
You see ive studied narcissism,
Ive dedicated so much time,
Trying to understand you,
Reaching the same conclusions time again.
I know its not your fault,
I will never blame you,
But you simply will not understand,
That I cannot love you.
All you've done is prove me right,
Though for a long time I doubted myself,
You made me doubt on purpose...
Mum - this is not love.
You are a textbook narcissist,
Im sorry if you think im wrong,
You rejected my suggestion of getting help...
This is not love.
After I was *****,
I knew you'd react that way,
Yet your anger still sickens me,
It sickens me to this day.
It proved to me once and for all,
That you can never be my mother,
Maybe we could be friends one day,
But you are not my mother.
Mum we have no bond,
We never have had one,
All you've shown me is disgust,
This is not love.
Others may be on your side,
I've read up on that too,
You hurt me to your own advantage,
This cannot be love.
Im not trying to hurt you,
Disrespect you, or anyone else,
Im only now protecting myself,
For what we have...is not love.
You turned all those I love against me,
But thats what narcissists do,
Im not the only victim you know,
And I do know your love is not true.
I am sorry mum,
It is all I can say,
We both need to fix ourselves,
Then maybe we can meet someday.
But after all this abuse,
I am sorry to say,
That I do not love you,
This is not love mum, I now see clear as day.
Im tired mum
Please let me go....
Take care **
Sorry another depression poem written spontaneously in the middle of the night. Another one directed at my narcissistic mother, although I have never really planned to write about her, it just happened.
