• What can I possibly say?
    Oh, dear mother.
    Happy mother's day.
    I'm so happy to have been your child,
    To have gone through the beatings,
    Through the lies, through the tears
    Running out of my eyes.

    Are you proud of your little girl?
    An alone soul, untrusting,
    Monster in this world?
    Are you proud of who I am?
    Who I've turned out to be?
    An insecure, scarred,
    Girl that only knows how to flee?

    These bruises, these torn feelings,
    Everything you have taught me to be.
    Oh mother, why couldn't I have seen?
    Why couldn't I have been strong?
    Talked back, so I could walk along?
    Why must I scream and cry at night,
    Why must I hate my reflection in my sight?

    Oh dear mother,
    Happy Mother's Day.
    How does it feel to remember walking out on me,
    Abusing me, screaming at me,
    Blindfolding me with negative thoughts so I can't see.
    I hope you're happy, up there on your pink cloud.
    While I'm down here, wandering about.

    How could you do something so horrid,
    To such an innocent child?
    How could you take my heart, my chance at life,
    With a god damn smile?
    Words don't even express how much I loathe you,
    To ruin memories, thoughts, a life I never knew.

    So, Happy Mother's Day.
    I'm so happy for you.
    You must be proud of your children,
    Your starving, crying, scared children.
    I'm so glad there's a day dedicated to you,
    So I can remember why I'm strong, why I must beat you,
    Why I must hold my head up high and go along.