Mom

This feels unfinished.

To me

Your ears are closed

Forever uncaring

Of what I have to say

 

It’s not that I’ve cried wolf

One too many times

But it’s the beer in your hand

Night after every night

 

You always forget

If you hear anything at all

Then we argue

And you’re always right

 

I know for a fact

I told you many things

But none of them do you remember

So it was just wasted breath

Author's Note

Anything I could do to make it better..?