mother

i am so sick 

of your designs on my life

like a thunderstorm at sea

waves licking up and eroding away

at the cliffs along the shore

whenever i call 

you try to pick a fight

tell me I'm not good enough 

and then assure yourself that

you're not like your mother ever was

and i think that makes you worse than her

because you've become shrivelled 

and bitter 

and angry 

at both of us 

her because of pains from fifty years ago 

and me because i have not become you. 

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[Planet x]

Powerful and beautiful words ,
Thank you for sharing