Mother Dearest
By Kritter
The words hit me in the heart, Like quicksilver bullets, So fast and painful in their impatient speed. I wonder what is wrong with her And God Damn why does she say such things? Not understanding or even trying to, She lies beneath my skin. Creeping, crawling, killing my dreams And the good thoughts I have. Set up and shot down like a clay pigeon I don't think she realizes any of this. Excuses of caring and worrying Pierce my ears, And I turn away. Lies- she knows it. Guilty tears drip down my face, And I wonder: Maybe I am that bad. Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 08:55 AM PST 0 • 1
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"The words hit me in the heart,..."