Dear Mama,
How much regret is too much regret?
How many times do I say "I wish"?
Would you listen to me if I told you my mistakes?
Give me time to explain everything?
If I asked you to listen,
Would you clean out your ears,
Set aside your regrets, your bitter fears?
Would you look at me as the young woman I am,
See me for Passion and not a little you?
How many days do I think to myself,
How I shouldn't have let myself get carried away?
Do you see me as I walk along the shadows of this darkened life,
Holding myself up so that nobody cries?
Do you see me being crushed under years of self sacrifice,
Covered by my own anger and bitterness?
How I wish I could tell you my greatest of all fears,
But if I did, would you even listen?
Would you take me into your arms and tell me time and time again,
That you're there for me,
That you care for me,
That you love me?
I look at you and all of my being wants to scream
"Look at me!"
"See me for who I am!"
"Love me along side my mistakes!"
But I don't think that's possible.
If you knew,
If you knew all the mistakes I had made,
You'd scream to high heaven,
And you wouldn't love me anymore.
You wanted to stop the little you from screwing up.
You don't want to help me walk a good life,
Because you don't see me as I am.
And until you do,
You'll never be able to help me.
It'll be impossible for you to set me free.
Your eyes are clouded with the memories of your past.
Which seem to pull you away from me,
Chain you up instead of set you free.
Oh Dear Mama,
I wish I could go to you.
