I know you love me. Oh no. You didn’t. You only love him. All for him. All about him. I know you love me. But you’ve never lent your arms to me. Heaven knows when I cried. Hell knows when I put myself into the darkest night by myself. I know you love me. For sure, I mean nothing to you. I know where I belong. I know where I come from. But I’d never belong to you. I know you love me. You did care but it wasn’t you. It wasn’t for me. Or am I just a mistake to you? To be your daughter ? Am I just that bad? I’ve never gotten a forehead kiss from you. Not even just a hug. I know you love me. But truth showed me everything. That you left me no choice to hate you. I’ve been trying to understand. But it keeps repeating again and again. God knows I've tried.
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
It's about a woman and her cold relationship with her mother. It's sad and true. It is.
Hi Hemingway I can relate to your poem, to this day I don't know what I did to my mother to be treated so different to my other siblings, but in a strange way, I thank her. As I will be never do to my kids what she did to me...
I was singled out by my "Dad" and picked on all the time. He always felt like a stranger, and I was always anxious around him. Now when I meet new people that anxiety returns and I just shut down, unable to really get to know anyone. I didn't do anything to deserve that. It sounds like you didn't either.
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I can relate to your poem, to this day I don't know what I did to my mother to be treated so different to my other siblings, but in a strange way, I thank her. As I will be never do to my kids what she did to me...