Dear Mom

You've controlled my life for almost eighteen years

And I wont take it anymore, I wont shed any tears

Because I've fought your fears and fights for too long

I've become my own woman and I've become a woman who's strong

So friends have become more in my life to me than you

And you said the other day I better not let a man come between me and you

But you'll die a lonely death because you pushed your family away

And you have no one to accuse because you're the one to blame

And I just wish I could love you the way a mother should be

But you're not a mother in my eyes, you're a stranger to me

And I know that sounds cold but you've made me this way

So when you cry in 3 months when I finally do leave

Do me a favor, don't come crying to me.

Reviews

[Constance]

There will be a time in your future when you will look back on this poem, and realize that she wasn't trying to push you away, but save you, perhaps from the same mistakes that she made. Few relationships, and that includes friendships, that one has at eighteen will be lasting ones, and most of those other people- you won't know them ten years from now. Try to see your mother's point of view, if this is autobiographical. Chances are, a few years down the road, you'll miss these days, and your relationship with her, if you allow it to be lost. I'm saying this as a woman who grew up without any mother at all, but who closely watched other young women's relationships with theirs- and as a mother myself.
I see in this that she is afraid for you, for your future. Why not try voicing this to her, but in a non-accusatory way? Tell her you are a grown woman now, and that you need some sense of independence. Talk about how you feel, not how she is. Maybe she'll see things through your eyes, for just a moment, even if she doesn't think she can. Being straightforward with those we love (and yes, you do, or she wouldn't bother you enough to write about) usually works out for the best. Trust me on that.
As for the poem, well expressed, in its simplicity. Keep writing, and loving, and doing what you do. You'll get where you want to be, and it won't take so long, though it may seem so.
Hugs,
C