Why me, mommy?

Why me, mommy, why me?

I never did you any harm

I’m a good girl

Why do you always call me bad

 

I try so hard to make you happy

But you never seem to give a care

So why me, mommy, why me?

What did I do to deserve this

 

I know I cry too often

I know I’m not a perfect girl

But mommy, can’t you see

I just want you to love me

 

Why me, mommy, why me?

It hurts to breathe sometimes

To know that I come home to this

I just want to die

 

Reviews

[Carole]

Kat, I really like this. This pulls on heart strings, because it is something that I am sure many a child has asked a parent. The first stanza hit me right away:

Why me, mommy, why me?

I never did you any harm

I'm a good girl

Why do you always call me bad

I wonder how many children are unable to separate their actions from who they are? Telling a child they are good or bad can send a mixed message. Just because they have a bad day and make mistakes (like any of us) does not label them a bad person.) I always tried to praise my kids for who they were and not for what they did or did not do for that very reason.

All of us need approval-especially children. Again, these lines caught me immediately:

I try so hard to make you happy

But you never seem to give a care

Kids need security-to be loved, to have our approval, and again, to be praised for who they are apart from what they do. Every parent (including me) has fallen prey to praising a child for what they do, making little perfectionists out of them, causing them to get on the striving wheel.

Wow-I am so glad you took the time to write this one. It sends a strong message to every parent. Thank you. It just may be a wake up call for someone. Well done. XO Carole

[Crazy Cat Man]

a very powerful piece that makes me sad...... great job

[[untitled]]

That is so sad, and you've used the repition of the question "Why me, mommy, why me?" to excellent effect. Thank you for sharing.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

amen to that.

gosh, relate to this more than i would like.

that feeling of coming home... and being so scared... i used to hide in the elementary school bathrooms, so the buses would leave... adn i wouldn't have to go home.

hugs