I lean against my door,
sobbing loudly to myself,
As my Mother could be heard, screaming behind my door.
Is this what every daughter has to experience?...
the thought of being nothing but a useless daughter?
Isn't a mother supposed to love their daughter,
even if they hate them?
...
I can't take it anymore.
Everyday I feel like I'm in a constant loop,
all I can hear is my Mother...
the sounds of her disappointed screaming,
Am I really that bad of a daughter?
That not even my own mother...
seems to care for me.
This just has to be a dream...
Right.?
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Author:
Rosie (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Mother\\\'s love is everything for a child like me. But sometimes, that Motherly love can be rotten.
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