My mother is my scar 

A mark that reminds me

That I’ll never be successful

In what I want to be 

Whether it is music

Whether it is theater

She always treats me 

Like I’m nothing to her

With Harvard kids

With prestigious jobs

She compares me to them 

Makes me want to sob

Every feeling I expressed

She shot them down by like a gun

Accusing me like I’m just

Her disrespectful son

Every dream I had 

Has been run over like a car

A car named Mom 

Who gave me a scar