My mother doesn't enjoy my presence
She says I'm a disgrace
That I'm just a mistake
That's why she doesn't question father's absence
My mother says I ruined her
She says I broke her
- But mother, what have I ever done?
She says my existence is wrong,
That I was never meant to be born
I'm a mistake
I'm a disgrace
Am I'm being blamed for living?
So does that mean mother
will be happy if I am dying?
- mother I am so sorry sorry for what I have (never) done
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Lucid Thoughts - poetry | ✓
Poetry➸ lucid thoughts of a wandering mind At daylight, at twilight and at midnight
