[When I look at you]
By Nariah
When I look at you sick, ghostly, dying I am full of anger but you'd never know that I am tired of being your mother mom I am tired of typing your papers remembering your medication buying you presents tucking your sorry bony body under too many blankets tired of breathing for you lying for you repeating myself to make up for your loss of brain cells I dont want to know the phone number for the psych ward by heart and I dont want to know when the last time you shat was I dont want to bend my whole fucking life around manic dillusions No I *dont* want to plan a trip to the park I could not say this but I dont have the time or the energy to be honest I cant say I care anymore I worked too hard on this project now I am done I am not falling for it one more time your doctors are so amazed that you made it but not me I see through it every day you stay with us is another day I will suffer mom, don't you get it? can't you see? Why dont you just get this over with? when will you die?I have not even read this yet... totally raw and unedited, so excuse me. Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 11:19 AM PST 0 • 1
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"When I look at you..."