I don’t remember always hating you
I think there were good times too
Late night apple-butter on toast
And those guppies with the sapphire hue

I was your little “pumpkin”
And you still call me that today
But the sound just makes me sick
And you no longer call anyway

I don’t like to say I hate you
But that’s just how I feel
And this anger here inside
Will never come to heal.

My title of mother
Came to life two weeks ago
And every time I hold him
I feel more love than I could ever know

And it makes me so frustrated
Because I could never leave him behind
I could never hurt him
And it’d kill me to see him cry

But you did it with such ease
Like your heart was simply impaired
Your mind was numb from drugs
And you didn’t really care.

So thank you for making me grateful
For what I have in every way
This has only made me stronger
So, happy fucking Mother’s Day.

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