My Mother?

*When I wrote this poem, my mother & I had just gotten into a huge fight. I do not really feel this way toward my mother. I love her.*

My mother?
Is that what you call yourself?
What kind of mother
Cares about one daughter and no one else?

I’m supposed to respect you,
Or that’s what you say,
But you not caring about me
Stands in my way.

All you do is yell,
And only at me.
You never yell at her,
From what I can see.

Tell me the truth.
Say if you don’t care.
Then I won’t have to search
For answers that aren’t there.

Care about her.
Don’t care about me.
I don’t need you anyway,
So just let me be.

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