Why do you blame me,
shouldn’t you love me.
How can you say,
The bullies were right.
how do you think it feels,
to have your fears,
proven true,
by someone like you.
From you, I expected,
comfort, to be understood.
And what do you do,
yell accusingly at me.
Why can’t you see,
It was thee,
who broke me down,
not me.
I live in fear,
to see him again,
yet I know, I will today.
My heart is cramping,
I think you can see it,
but you never mind.
What do I do.
who do I turn to,
if not to you,
mother.
