morning lights;

I hate the way,
You always look at me as though it's always my fault,
As if I am the cause of misery.

I hate the way,
You always accuse me for nearly everything that goes wrong,
As if I made it all happen.

I hate the way,
You use your sharp words in every single thing you say to me,
As if everything I'm doing is wrong.

I hate the way,
You lock me up in this house,
And keep me within these four walls all the time.

I hate the way,
I always have to keep my thoughts to myself,
When deep inside, I'm longing to scream at you.

I hate the way,
I will never be good enough for you,
Because I will never be perfect.

I hate the way,
That I hate you but still love you,
Because you are indeed, my mother.