Dear Mom

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.