Lies
Just to say that I don't always feel like this...I was having a particularly depressing day.
Lies
Someone told me once
‘Your mother is your
Best friend
She will love you, trust you,
Protect you and care for you,
Above all others’
They lied.
You were always the first
To accuse me of wrong
And the last to believe
In me, in my innocence.
When I fell, and cried
For you, you did not
Help me to stand, but
Walked on and said
‘Let the child take care
Of herself.’
I will take care of myself.
When your mother died
You accused me of callousness
I refused to cry on cue
My grief was deeper than that.
For she loved me for myself,
Told me to be me
And trusted me when you would not.
Those were not lies.
When I wept, crying
Over a broken heart -
Or so I thought -
You told me ‘Work’,
Or else you would abandon me
Did you not realise?
You already had.
