My mother wasn\'t very affectionate
She never told me she loved me when I was younger
She never pampered me with kisses
But she did my hair every day
She made sure my bed was made and my tummy was full
When I was sick, she was restless in her care for me
But my mother\'s love you see, was not tender.
She made sure to break me before the world ever could.
In a world that destroyed her hope,
she made every effort to destroy mine.
She told me everything that was wrong with my body,
she shamed me before I even knew the word.
I am her; she is me.
I am everything that was ripped away from her
and she is everything I despise.
I am all that she could\'ve been
She is everything I can be.
It is in this light that I understand her insecurities
her desperate need to control my life.
She wants me to be better, but hates that I am.
I am the living embodiment of her fears and insecurities,
I am her biggest accomplishment
and her worst failure.