Abused by mother is the life I bear, With a mask of happiness I have to wear. Expectations are never achieved and judgement is strong, This life I've come to live I know is very wrong. Simple praise I've grown up to known be lies, Mother stands tall and looks down on me in hatred and begins to criticize. This unfortunate labyrinth through life has been a norm for quite a while, Yet others from an outside view now point out all the flaws in this lifestyle, I cannot tame the wild beast that rages in her heart, Maybe it was from my existence this began to spark. I strive to do my best for mother everyday, But all she does is shake her head and look away. One day, the words, scars, and tears will be sealed, But the wounds in my heart will forever be unhealed.
I try to keep my mother happy but it only allows her to find more ways to get angry and judge me. I show her my achievements and she tells me to work harder, I do exceptional but I'm not the daughter she wanted to give birth to. Nobody should have to go through this or deal with it, but in the end she is still my mother and I love her.