Mother, Mother

Dark Humor. You'd be surprised...

Sliced, cut, broken, crumbled.

Ripped, torn, snapped, and twisted,

these words I've known, and memorized,

where pain has taken, and agonized.

Where have you been?  I've waited years.

Where'd you go?  You've kept my fears.

You were sick, you hid me well.

You up and left for me, I fell.

Oh, mother, you weren't there for me.

Dear mommy, you weren't here to see.

How can you say you know me best?

You weren't here to see the rest.

My life is like a storybook.

You weren't there to take a look.

So why'd you come back?  Why'd you hug me?

Why'd you say you always missed me?

I don't get it.  I don't fret it.

You're not me, there.  Now I've said it.

"Come here and greet your mom." you said to me that day.

Father wasn't here to see.  He was working on delay.

I smiled gracetious.  Said I would be back.

And walked into the kitchen room.

I opened the drawer and took out a blade.

I can still smell your cheap, Hael perfume.

I could hear you calling, "One minute" I said.

But by then you'd be choking, no, then you'd be dead.

I sharpened the blade, and blew on it dry.

Dark humor, I thought, an eye for an eye.

I walked into the room, you smiled at me.

How could you?!  I yelled.  Why did you flee?!

You started to cry, no mercy I thought

as I stabbed you in deep, the way I've been taught.

You tried to fight back, I smiled like you.

I realised just then, I've hurt you back too.

Where you had gone wrong, and left me a child.

I've done you wrong too, I was angry and riled.

You look through my eyes, I look at you back.

Guess what I saw?  The mother I lacked.