she crys <br />she yells <br />she takes my arm <br />she looks at the scares <br />she sees the new cuts <br />she asks 'why, is it me? ? ' <br />'did i do something? ? ' <br />'what could i have done to make you hurt yourself? ? ' <br />i dont answer <br />i am quiet <br />tears in my eyes <br />i see her face <br />her concern <br />she is sad <br />she is mad <br />she looks disippointed <br />she hates me <br />she hates what i have become <br />what i have done <br />i ditched school... <br />got caught <br />she takes me to counciling, <br />doesnt trust me any more <br />doesnt believe a word i say <br />hate <br />lies <br />dispare <br />she cant believe a word i say <br />i love my mother <br />but... <br />i wonder... <br />does she still love me? ?<br /><br />XX. EMO CHICK .XX MRT.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mom-59/
