The lines of your face are deepening,
Aged as the days go by,
Bitterness and loneliness touch your eyes,
Warping your frailty from your ability not to care,

Time passes slowly,
Edging over the dark horizon of hope,
Counting the minutes as they tick by,
Making you sit uncomfortably

As your disgusted eyes look at me,
You don’t even try to hide what lurks beneath,
Show me your disappointment and resentment,
Illustrate your concealed jealousy,

As I try to reach out to you,
One last time,
You slap my hands away,
And look like your about to throw up,

You say I have had an easy life,
But you have no idea,
The secrets that burn my soul,
That makes me smell foul,

Can’t you hear me every night?
Won’t you listen to my screams of pain?
If I tripped and fell would you catch me?
I have no faith that you would,

Hours pass and you don’t say anything,
I’m waiting constantly,
Just say it just once,
I need to hear it,

Tell me you are proud of me,
Of whom I become,
Tell me you want a better life then you had,
And that you know mine wasn’t all that easy as well,

But as the minutes tick on by,
I realize once again,
There will be no happy ending,
For us,

Months go by,
And now I must say goodbye,
Your resentment and anger has made me a new person,
And I don’t know what to do with it,

As I leave you don’t say anything,
But that I will be back, just wait and see,
But as I sadly look upon what you’ve become,
I know this is the end

Years go by,
And I wonder what you’re doing,
I’m still waiting,
For you, and for the darkness to disappear

But as the time ticks on by,
I know neither are coming,
But that doesn’t stop me from counting,
As the moments pass on by,

Maybe I was doomed from the moment I emerged from you,
Why did you give me life?
If you knew what you could do,
You act like you don’t know, but I know your not without a clue,

You’ve made me hate you with a vengeance,
Probably one you cannot comprehend,
Sometimes it shakes me too,
Sometimes it’s the only thing that gets me through,

Time passes by,
And I’m still tainted by your touch,
Your presence,
Your essence,

Will this ever end?
Won’t I ever be happy?
Will you ever be the mother I need?
The mother I freed of my presence?