Can't you see it in my eyes,
Or do you prefer to believe my lies.
With this pen, I write,
Always hoping to see; light,
But you condemn me by not caring,
Unlike other mothers who are loving.
Dear mother; I wonder why,
Why do you believe my lies,
Aren't you a mother who can see,
All my lies right through me.
Everyday, I experience suffering,
As I go through life without understanding,
I wonder when; you'll ask, How am I,
I guess it's not going to happen; that's not a lie.
Dear mother; Who am I?
A question that makes me want to die,
This burden is too heavy to carry,
You should answer it before you're sorry.
Written by ~hayani
Copyrighted by deviantart
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