“The Mother”
She’s known as the mother
But, she doesn’t act like a mother
No love
No love
You’ll never see her show it
Only her madness
Never hugs
Never kisses
Never loves
Never
Noone knows what she needs to make her happy
She’s a careless and unhappy woman
She only has time for herself
No second thoughts about others
The mother
I’ve heard of her
But, where is she?
The real mother?
I hope you are never like that. You and Miss Kriptonite do have a problem. But I hope you have someone to talk to, that understands.
I hope you are never like that. You and Miss Kriptonite do have a problem. But I hope you have someone to talk to, that understands.
I hope you are never like that. You and Miss Kriptonite do have a problem. But I hope you have someone to talk to, that understands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i got the same mother and thats the sad part cause i'am only 15