Mother?

My mother
Thats just a name.
Just something to call her.
What she does is why I question.

She puts on an outward apperance
That she has perfected
To fool all the world
From MY perspective...

Sometimes, very rarely,
She is true and is sweet.
She can fight for whats right,
And not JUST what she wants...

Mother.
Ha, I say.
This is just me
Wasting away.

From the agruments
To the battles
That we have everyday.
I am drained...

This person, if that,
Or a "woman" instead,
I think is not primed to claim either to her head.

She thinks she's above everything.
Not just new, but old too.
She doesnt see ANYTHING.
But her own fucking view.

She yells and screams
At the top of her lungs.
Then threatens me with her tounges.


The reason I say tounges, plural
Is because she has so many faces
In different places.

This monster that I can only call "mom"
Is weaving a song.
That few can see through,
I only hope that you can.

She's been called by my partner,
An evil assasin.

We came up with a story,
So scarily surreal,
I just cant push past it.
Thats the way I feel.

The story, you wonder,
Just what it is.

Well, I'll tell you.

This evil assasin comes along the road one day.
Tricks everyone as to not expose her real self, until I am writing this today.
She decides to kill off every child thats born,
Since she cant have her own, she'll take a new-born.
That new-born was me, her "son" as they say.
Those adoption papers that were signed on that very fatefull day..
She raised me, I dont disagree,
But really. What WILL save me?

I'm wondering,
Could this be true?
Maybe not in one way, the killing,
But in two.

I just have to last till the day that I leave.
I just wish it would hurry up,
Yes and Please!

Her taking away the surgery I need,
Or threatening of it, to get her way,
Is just...
What shall I say?
Downright cruel,
To take that away from me.
That could save my life, and let me live.

Without that, I WILL die, for If I dont from other ways,
I'll do it myself.

This is my mother,
The one that is Hate.
I can only hope.
That my fate...

Will continue on for a while.
I cant wait to get out of the house.
It is vile...

So look past the picture and the things that she paints.
And take a deep moment to see the hate...