Shit mum

A mother's love
Should always be,
So why did you say
You hated me.

I Sat on the bench
With tears in my eyes,
All I could see
was Froth at your mouth.

The anger you'd spew
Upon that young boy,
Just seemed to grow
Like a rolling snowball,

Now as a man
Still wondering why
You made that poor boy
Quiver and cry.

Lack of emotions
Has bode well
Maybe I'll cry again.


When you go rot in hell.