That compassionate touch
For which I yearn?
He loves me, mother.
Can't you see that?
He loves me, mother
More than you ever did.
You were always there for me,
Why didn't I ever see
The motive behind your
Hugs and kisses -
The tears you cried when
I disobeyed?
You never loved me.
Not like I wanted you too.
Everything I ever wanted,
I got from you.
Everything except that
Which I needed most.
Where the hell was I
While you were calling
My ninety pound frame fat?
Where the hell were you
While I was starving
So that you would notice?
My friends abandoned me -
You seemed to comfort,
But you were taking such sweet delight;
I was all yours then.
Where the fuck was I
When you convinced me
That I didn't need them?
Where the fuck were you
When you saw me crying
Alone in my room?
I'm not the baby girl
That you tried so hard to raise-
I'm a sinner, a godless heathen,
And I don't believe in killing
Just to satisfy my appetite.
Does that mean that I
Must be treated
With such lack of respect?
You should respect me, mother
Because I built myself from the ground up,
From my own morals;
I am strong.
I am my own baby girl now,
But can you not see that
I still need you?
He loves me, mother.
He treats me so well,
Better than you ever did.
But he can't always answer those questions,
He can't give me the help
That a daughter needs
From her mother.
How can you not see that it kills me
To tell you
That I don't want to see you again?
If only you had listened, mother.
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