A phantom affection, a thing of the past <br />What you care for, made of glass <br />Living a pathetic, poisoned, parody, <br />Your love, a screaming melody <br /> <br />How could you ask for my trust, <br />Your fading mask flaking rust? <br />Do you even see me? <br />Or is a paycheck all I’ll ever be? <br /> <br />You battled for me, but really fought <br />For your drug and the peace it brought <br />I was less than nothing, just another stain <br />Another blot in a world where you couldn’t remain <br /> <br />For the longest time, I’ve hated you <br />For all things you put me through <br />Given a chance, I’d have chosen any other, <br />Yet you still dared call yourself a mother <br /> <br />I was ignorant, foolish, only a child <br />All I knew was tainted, defiled <br />You disgusted me, the way you lived <br />Now I understand; that doesn’t mean I forgive<br /><br />Joyce Rugg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirage-of-a-mother/
