A mother's hate.

I have always known there was something wrong,

Evidence in the little things you've done

Or said throughout my life.

But I never wanted to admit

My own mother hates me.

For so long I blamed myself and said

I'm just trouble,

Never smart enough,

Never sweet enough,

Never good enough.

But as I grew older

I grew up and realized

The problem is not me.

It showed itself in

Little ways,

Your anger seemingly flaring

Whenever I found happiness

Or was successful in

Anything.

I always tried my best to

Earn your love.

My own son brought me to realize that

A child should not have to earn

Their mother's love.

It should just be.

I still don't know why

You hate me, mother,

But at least I can admit that you do.