These feelings that I'm feeling...are they real?

Tears running down my face, I can't feel them...am I real?

Should I hold them in...let them out?

But oh no, that's just a life that I am no longer about.

And if I did...Who would I turn to to confide in?

...so in them, my hurt can hide in?

If I uttered  a single word what would you reply with?

Would you prove me right in knowing that I would be ridiculed?

Kicked down, beaten, like a mule.

You would think that my heart would be used to this by now.

Because the same person I should have run to, turned into the person that I would run from,

somehow.

It was a battle that I never won.

So instead of calling them my enemy, I simply call her mom.