What a mother should be

I'm tired of the yelling,

I just wish that it would stop.

And I'm tired of the lectures, 

Saying all I am is wrong.

I’m tired of the bruises,

And these voices in my head.

I'm tired of this wishing, 

And praying I were dead.

I'm tired of all the times, 

Were I just wanted love,

And you just had to tell me,

I am not enough.

So yeah I'm getting tired,

And yes I'm getting weak,

But what more can you expect,

From a failure like me?

Every morning I wake up,

And am reminded of my flaws,

And when I got to bed,

I am haunted by these thoughts.

All the words you say,

They scar my skin,

Desperate to reveal,

This monster within.

Desperate to show,

This monster I hide,

Desperate to expose,

My darkest side.

So when you are ready,

Let me take your hand,

I'll tell you my secrets,

And you'll understand.

I'll let you see, 

This pain in me.

And you'll stay by my side,

You'll be my best friend,

The ally I trust,

We'll fight hand in hand,

And I'll finally see,

That you are exactly, 

What a mother should be