I lay here and ask myself 'Am I really that bad? '
while the tears flood my face, i slowly cry myself to sleep
your words hurt so bad, they cut so deep
i know i'm not the ideal daughter, but i didn't know i needed to be perfected.
Yes, i have flaws, but imperfection is beautiful.
I'm not always strong enough to make it through.
I reach my hand out in need of help, but i get shot down, rejected.
I thought my mother was suppose to pick me up off my feet, instead you knock me back down and laugh at me.
I love you, but why does our relationship feel so incomplete?
I'm sorry we disagree.
All i wanted was my mommy......
I like your poem because it is your true feelings. I am not a poet but I like to read poetry and sometimes listen to it. Keep on writing and tapping into who you are and what your life is all about. I wish you the best and maybe someday your relationship with your mother will get better and grow to where you believe it should be. God bless you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brings about sadness, the voice, the words, the need to reach what is not available...Touching! Thank you for sharing this! Taunya Benns