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I’m Not Your Friend
I’ve never known my parents,
We’ve met many times.
I try and introduce myself,
But they never hear me.
I told my mother once,
Late at night.
She was crying,
And I felt like I was too.
But when I put my hand to my cheek,
It was dry.
She was choking on sobs,
I could hardly hear her.
I don’t know why,
But I said to her,
“If you weren’t my mom, I don’t think I’d like you.”
She just look at me,
Wide eyed and teary.
“I don’t think I’d like you if you weren’t my son.”
It felt like it should’ve hurt,
It didn’t.
We’ve met many times.
I try and introduce myself,
But they never hear me.
I told my mother once,
Late at night.
She was crying,
And I felt like I was too.
But when I put my hand to my cheek,
It was dry.
She was choking on sobs,
I could hardly hear her.
I don’t know why,
But I said to her,
“If you weren’t my mom, I don’t think I’d like you.”
She just look at me,
Wide eyed and teary.
“I don’t think I’d like you if you weren’t my son.”
It felt like it should’ve hurt,
It didn’t.
Published 16th Jun 2024
Author's Note
When you don’t think you like your family as people, but you can’t stop loving them as family.
“I’m not your friends, don’t speak to me like that.” - Mother.
“I’m not your friends, don’t speak to me like that.” - Mother.
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16th Jun 2024 3:31pm
I get it. Love but don’t like. Maybe even hate. Or loathe. God I love that word
17th Jun 2024 1:28am
16th Jun 2024 4:29pm
