Mother

Mother why must you insist on breaking me?
Mother why the cursing and the yelling? Why not let me be?
I know I’m not the perfect son, but I try for you.
Mother why treat me like I’m no one? Are you so sure that I’ll pull through?
How do you want me to live? Don’t you remember I had no childhood?
With all the fights and the cursing, and all the blood mixed with tears,
tell me how I should.
Don’t you remember, what the shrink said? "I’m surprised he’s not traumatized."
But maybe I am, but I hide it, because I didn’t want to be despised.
Mother you know I never really had a father, forgive me for not being what you thought I’d be.
But Mother I won’t give up for you, even if it kills me.
Mother you never felt the pain I was given as a child, but I still do.
And Mother, you can keep your high expectations, you can keep hurting me, but know, that I will always love you.

© 2001 Diego Mina