Someone's mother was born in the 70's, with bipolar disorder. Quite the disaster. This was before people knew how to address things like that, so instead it was hidden away.
Someone's mother turned to drugs to make herself feel okay but it didn't really turn out that way. By the time she was 22 she had two daughters, but no source of stability.
Someone's mother overdosed one (two? three?)too many times and got arrested for possession of illegal drugs.
Someone's mother had to sing "You Are My Sunshine" with her hand up to glass, instead of with her hand in her daughter's.
Someone forgot to give their mother one last hug goodbye.
Someone's mother's last OD resulted in laying on a couch for three days. Alone. Someone's mother went into a coma.
Someone was told to say goodbye to her mother, and said "She can't hear me. Why should I say goodbye if she can't hear me?"
Someone was without a mother at 11 years old.
Someone had a sister that stole *** from her mother.
Someone grew up not really knowing what was going on.
Someone out there doesn't have a mom.
This poem is my science teacher's story. "Someone" is my science teacher. I wrote this poem to help gain the perspective that I have. That not every child grows up in the loving home that they deserve to grow up in. But you kind of need to hear the story in person, surrounded by a class of crying people to feel it.