Failure
Failure.
She told me.
Failure.
She called me.
And I left.
I looked up in the cloudy sky,
A whisper left my lips:
“I´m not,
she´s wrong.”
But then again,
It might just be hard to admit.
A tear might travel down my face,
When memory comes up again.
Why, mum?
That tear again…
They say family is the best,
For my mum I was failure.
They say that mum is always right,
So who am I to protest?