Right, Mama?

A mother is meant to hold, love, care. Keep.

Bottled up.

That's mama.

I guess I follow her example.

Clothes all over the floor.

I'm a lady. 

Aren't I?

I should be clean. 

I should be an example.

Poise, modesty, innocence.

I should show some value.

Make myself believe I'm worth owning a clean room.

I'm such a lady.

Bundled into a ball of tears and smeared make up.

Dark circles under my dry eyes.

Aren't you proud mama?

I tried. Here I am.

Bottled up. Bundled up. 

Sleeves stained with the mascara you taught me to wear.

Nose runny.

Chest stinging.

Where's daddy when you need him...

I close my eyes.

Turn it down, she'll get mad.

No, don't.

Tune it all out.

Aren't you proud mama....

Author's Note

Just a free verse. From the heart.
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Reviews

[Jay. E. V.]

This is the best kind of writing, the kind that comes from inside. I can see how much this piece means to you simply by how your writing style changes. Love it. =D

[ragelmarli]

thank you!! :)

[ObscurityNone]

Your heart does well, it is a good and vivid description, as well as being a little obscure; suits a particular taste, which happends to be mind. Good job.

[ragelmarli]

Thank you! Means a lot!