Years Ago

Sixteen years ago the Lord gave me to you

A baby whos love is and will always be true

He sent me from heaven above

Im your child the one you love

I like to see your eyes sparkle and gleam

Thats really all I want, nothing needs to be mean

But once I turned into a teen your patience grew weak

Your words truly do have an evil streak

I may be older but I still dont understand

How words can hurt way more than a hand

Its not like you lock me up somewhere

But sometimes the way you talk seems like you dont care

Now dont get me wrong youre a wonderful mother

One truly like no other

Maybe you dont know the words you say hurt me inside

Sometimes it would be easier if I just died

Youre my mom and I love you so much

But I dont want the harsh words, I just want your gentle touch

Your anger is your devil to be

Sometimes its like you take all your frustrations out on me

I will never stop loving you, can you see?

That your words actually do hurt me

When you yell I close my eyes really tight

Then I dream about the yelling all through the night

God made you my mom and it was an excellant choice

But now its like I dont have my own voice

Youre my mom and I love you so much

But I dont want the harsh words, only your gentle touch

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This hit me really hard; when people ask about my mother i'll never answer the same. The truth however is darker than the blackest night. My mother would beat, tortured, and caused more pain I can possibly say right now but I never blamed her for the things she did to me. Never once loathed her or hated her, she is my mother. The only thing I grew to despise is the fact that I out of three children was the only one she hated. The only she cared nothing for. I say all this to let you know you are not alone. If you ever need to talk one stranger to another, no consequences, and no judgment I am here. Your beautiful words are very moving, continue writing.