She’s sick. She’s tired. She’s weak.
She fights. She screams. She yells.
No one makes it any easier on her.
Her daughters- they push away.
Out of her control.
Trying to reign them in…
She tries to be their best friend.
… failure.
Now balled up in a corner all alone,
No one sees her weap.
She’s in pain.
When she finally loses all control,
She gives up.
For so many years
She’s tried to break down the barriers.
No luck.
Her girls still have no clue.
The pain they’ve caused is irreversible.
After all these years
Their mother is still in pain.
She’s sick. She’s tired. She’s weak.
But she no longer fights. She no longer screams. She no longer yells.
She’s silent.
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