Mother (Part 2) Poem by emma mcdougal

She was metres away
But was not near
When I was suicidle
And deep in fear
Instead she builds
And her walls get higher
She washes her hands
Of her youngest daughter
So with all my might
I swallow my pain
I swallow my tears
I suppress my shame
For an unknown reason
I need her aprovel
Theres an emptiness in me
Only she can fill
But untill then
Ill keep playing her game
And pretend her immaturity
Isnt driving me insane
I hope one day
She'll stop living through another
She'll apoligize
And start being my mother