You called yourself a mother

by Kathartik Kry

To others, yes you were
But when it came to me
Hatred would occur
I tried to earn your love
As any daughter would
But when it came to me
It was just no good
No grade was ever high enough
No sacrifice ever seen
Perfection wasn’t good enough
To earn your love for me
A child with a broken heart
Is just too hard to see
That’s when I became a ghost
And no one cared for me
A little speck of nothing
A tiny grain of dirt
The child no one cared about
Just kept on getting hurt
But that tiny little speck
Turned out to be a seed
Through the storms it grew and grew
Turning into me
Who am I supposed to be
I live for me; not you
Look at me what do you see
Nothing close to you

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