Second best seems to me,
the only fitting cattagory,
for my mother, this shames me to say,
has been all but gentle to this day,

Her rough kisses,
her silent hisses,
her sinister eyes,
dreadfull disguise,
shows forcefull love,
for me she does not love me

Yet i remain by her side,
still hoping to curve this endless tide,
for i still love her as in return should she,
but hope seems to fade for she does not love me.