I figured if I got the \" good grades\" ,
The ones that you wanted,
You would finally love me , mom ,
But I was wrong, and it hurt alot to be honest.
Mother, am I that unlovable ?
Is there something wrong with me?
It feels like to impress you is just impossible,
You say that you love me, but do you, really?
Mother, you had me but I never had you,
I was a child,
Yet , even now , I still don\'t know what it\'s like to feel loved,
Please, mom , please, I tried,
Is what you do really just?
You made me want to kill myself,
And trust me, I tried to,
Couldn\'t you tell that I really needed help?
I couldn\'t even tell it to you.
When this happened, I was thirteen,
Just thirteen,
All you did then and all you do now is yell and scream.
It\'s fine, mom ,
My bed can hug me instead,
My pillow doesn\'t mind wiping my tears,
I\'ll be fine, mom ,
I just wish I knew what it\'s like to have a mother who loves you in a way you feel loved.