That mangy mutt.Who likes to win trust.But ends up stabbing you in the back.The one who ends up lacking.She fills you with promises.Which never work,gives one after another.I call her Mother. Instead of taking it slowlyShe plummets down.Leaving me alone.She says she will stop with this man.The one who I want to be gone.She is with that horrible one, the lover.But I still call her Mother. She yells at me and whines that I never do it right.That she does everything in the best of light.She is the one, that left her mark. She gave me the darkness.I fled to cover myself from her wrath.But I once again call her Mother. I call her Mother .Because I hope she might change.Might let me out of my insanity.I should know better.I know I should not let her do thisBut maybe I can become tougher.So I will try and call her Mother.