They say a daughter reflects what her mother is.
I say, no!
I'm not my mother.
She sees the best in everyone,
I assume worst.
She holds scars but smiles outside,
I scream about pain.
She loves and supports everyone at any cost,
I disappoint people around me.
Somebody put her in worst of situations, she remains kind,
I take vengeance and hurt myself even more.
There are Angels God puts on this Earth, I've one. I call her mama,
On my name & life , I can't even stand the shadow of her.