Dear Mom,
I don’t understand how you think.
You think it’s okay that I have these scars,
That you had nothing to do with them.
You’re the reason I’m like this,
You’re choices caused this.
I was supposed to be a cute, naive girl,
Who tried her best at school
To make her family proud.
But now it’s her only way of escape.
She’s trapped in a world of hurt,
A world of emotional scars,
Of physical scars
But you don’t care
You never cared
You weren’t meant to be in this position.
Did you not think before or something?
How dare you open your legs and create life
Without thinking of that life,
What type of mother will you be,
How your children will be.
When I needed you, really needed you
You hid and only thought of yourself.
You say you\'re trying your best,
But I see through that lie
You don’t care
You never cared
I’m here in this dark room
Thinking of ending it soon
But you’re in the living room
Preaching of how Jesus is coming soon.
Now as I lay in bed
On blood-stained sheets
You pray to your God that it isn’t true
You make sure to shed a tear in that pulpit
And say she’s in a better place and you know you’ll see her soon.
As you smile, wickedly, I drift away.