Mother Dearest

Mother Dearest,
I thought you had loved me.
Perhaps you only loved yourself
You may deny and say you loved me
But save your lies for yourself

Remember when you found the cuts on my wrist
And in response you wrapped your hands around my neck
And repeatedly hit me in the face
That wasn't love

Remember more from that day
When you went on about all the things you wanted to expierence with me
But thought you couldnt anymore
All because I cut myself
I still don't understand why
I was still alive

On that same day
With all those self observed tears
Remember what you thought of
What will the rest of the family think?
What would be the thoughts of my grandmother and aunt?
Wasn't I more important than their opinions?
Apparently not to you

Remeber back in middle school
When I told you I talked to the guidance counselor
You didn't know or care what for, but,
You yelled at me
For getting help

If I go back to primary school
The day after you and my little brother had a fight in the bathroom
The schools social worker asked me what happened
I told her what I thought, and still think, is the truth
That you had slammed his head into the toilet
You hit and yelled at me
I was a kid, I didn't know any better

Mother Dearest,
How I could continue
How I could give more examples of how much of a self serving parasite you are
More examples of your never ending rage
But for now I conclude
With a few words

Truly, I hate you.