I wonder some days, as the
sun sits in the sky and we orbit
why she acts the way she does.

Why she hurts so much, why she
hurts me so much more. Or how
she so blindly walks into a new
life without anything familiar with
her.

I would feel pride for her if only
the situation could call for it. She
is being a fool and once more,
she will not listen to the girl who
put her mother before everything.

Oh Mother, why have you left me so
young and confused? Why have
you continually hurt me so and yet
cease to understand why? Cease
to listen to these aching words
that are pouring from these chapped
lips?

Why won't you just hold me and tell
me you love me no matter what?
That it's okay, that the mistakes I've
made will be fixed?

Why can't you be a Mother to me?