You held me in your arms.
You promised to love me, to care for me.
You promised to keep me safe from the world, and that you did.
But you forgot to keep me safe from yourself.
A blind person can't guide another.
I was naive and gullible.
What I knew I learned from you.
You only care for yourself, and now I do too.
You raged at the world around us, so do I.
The wrong example of who I should be I took from you, I had no one else.
From you came neglect, critiscism and gallons of pain.
And Im angry at you for who I have become.
I hold you accountable for my pain, and the anger that comes with it.
You promised your love and care and I fell for it, and sometimes I still do.
After all, hope dies last, but I don't have much left.
You were and still are broken, now I am too.
You shaped who I am today and I resent you for it.
Mother.
