Mom

Mom,
Are you happy?
Are you fucking happy?
Can you smile?
Can you take responsiblity,
For what you did to me?

Mom,
Did you really forget?
Did you forget,
What you did to me.
You act like you have.
You act so innocent.

Mom,
Do you even love me?
Do you?
No,
Of course not.
You don't give a shit.

Mom,
Can you handle me?
You can't.
You treat me like a disease.
Like a peice of furniture.
Like shit.

Mom,
Why do you act like you're perfect?
You're not.
Not even close.
You will never be.
Nor will I.

Mom,
Why did you do it?
Why did you beat me?
Was I really that bad?
Was I a horrible child?
Did you hate me?

Mom,
What's your excuse?
Tell me.
But,
Even if you did.
I don't care.

Mom,
The damage is done.