A mother is suppose to be a loving figure

mine is an enemy,

for those who say she is love,

is wrong,

I wish i would have met her,

but she was not who i wanted to be,

as i grew i realized ,

she never loved me,

her fake smiles, and her  everlasting charm,

My cries never held back,

My mother was never mine,

bare to see the truth,

i took my last breath,

and overlooked her,

she is my past,

i am her present,

i am not her, i will never be her ,

as for me , i will be myself.