Mother you tell me that I don\'t love you
But deep inside my eyes, if you can see,
there is that glint that was the little girl that I used to be ,
standing by the door staring at you wondering when shall you notice me mother
hanging on the edge shouting when shall you love me mother
crying when she fell apartasking when shall you care mother
and just how long you wanted that girl to stand in corners waiting for your love, why are you angry that she left and grew up?
and now it\'s not her fault that you can\'t find her, at the door or in the corners
scraping the floors to find crumbs of your love for her,
she has accepted her fate mother it would be better if you did too.
and between us we both are cruel,
i am mad that you never taught me love and you\'re mad that I never loved you,
youre mad that I am exactly like you that the lines of our frame belong to the same art
and I am mad you never tried to stop me from falling apart.
but don\'t be angry at me mother
try to love me, love me even if I can\'t love you back,
you made me, it\'s your duty to love me.
You made me.
You made me mother
you\'re the artist of this wretched art it\'s your name signed below my heart
youre responsible for the whore I am
you struck me and tore me arm by arm and tried to rearrange me in whatever ways
and still you hate me every day
and i feel angry that you still can\'t love me and you must feel angry that you ever made me
and if mothers can die for their childrenid give my life for you
so just stop being angry at me mother and you need to love me even if I can\'t love you back.
you need to hold me even if I try to attack
you need to love me because despite everything mother I have always loved you back.