Mother - Poem by KrIsTiNa CoTTo
Mom i sit here in many tears and just rehearing the many cruel things you shouted.i relize that maybe i am everyting you say and what you so proudly feel i am. But mom, why dont you like me? Why do you hate me mom? Why do you treat me like scum when im the one that is only there for you? to clean your puke from binge drinking. to make you laugh when you so mad.Why mom do you put me down? why it hurts to a point where i dont look at life the same. where i know it is un true it only comes from the beer. But why mom why? why do you call me names as if i dont matter to you? as if i was one of the reckless friends you once had? Mom why do you say you want me out of your life? why mom why? i help with eveything that happens in your life. i am the reason you are still here. Why mom? why do you tell me to never call you again when you know with out me there is no you? Do i matter to you? did i ever matter to you? dont i help? i am the one who gets the ice cold clothes for your head from the pounding ache the drunken acts have giving you.im there and ive been the only one. why mom do you hurt me? why me? youve said your thoughts and yet when it comes to the puch im there for you. the person you hurt most is the only person that can stand you and help you. others wont bother. why mom? why do i bother? why do i love you if you never loved me? why do i try when you could care less? why mom do i stick around when it kills me more everytime you confront beer with your thoughts? why mom? why?
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