Strained Mother-Child Relationships

What do you expect me to do or say after you up and left, treating me this way?
What do you expect me to think now, when the only thing I want to know is how?
How could you walk away, just turn your back on me?
What is it you think your lies will help me see?
How can you sit so far away and blame things on my dad?
It's your fault; you left, and he's all I had.
Did you never look back or hug me good-bye?
Why didn't it hurt you to see me cry?
Even though you'll never see my tears, I've been silently crying for the past 15 years.
You never saw me in my Kindergarten play, but I guess it's better off that way.
You never saw me go to my first school dance; you'll never see it now, and you blew that chance.
You weren't there to help me get over my first true love, but without you I still managed to rise above.
Did you share in the joy of my graduation? Because that was a true celebration.
I've grown up before everyone's eyes, except yours; you don't see that kind of thing behind closed doors.
So I will continue to smile and move on without you, while you sit there and do whatever it is you do.
Because it's too late to be mommy! I'm all grown up now, and I'm making it somehow.
And I'll continue to make it through, just like any other day without you.

We used to be inseparable.
Nothing could tear us apart.
You were my idol.
I looked up to you for my support.
You showed me how to be a real person
And to always show my true colors,
And then came the day when you left me deserted and alone.
I felt so betrayed I didn't know where to turn.
I felt so abandoned in this cold and desolate world.
I turned to ask you for help, but you were nowhere to be found.
I saw your face in my tears that fell to the ground.
I felt like my heart had been ripped out and dropped to the ground,
But I still wanted to run after you and drag your love back to me.
I searched all over and neither you nor your love was to be found.
The agony I felt was indescribable to anybody in this world.
The only thing I kept thinking was how could you do this to me and why are you gone?
I wanted to tell you I love you and I didn't want to let you go,
But you just turned your head and laughed at what I said,
So I gave up and moved on because your love for me was gone.
All of this because of my own mom...

I wish you were here with me
I wish you were here every day,
To hug me, to ask me if I'm doing okay.
I wish you were here when I got my first doll
So you could join us at the Town Square Ball.
I wish you were here when I played dress up
So I could get into tons of trouble with your make up.
I wish you were here to see me through high school.
Then maybe you would know that I am not a fool.
I know it's okay that you are not here with me,
Because everywhere I go, there God will be.
It's okay not to have a mother.
Every day I still go a little further.
One day I will have my own little girl.
We will laugh, dance, run, and twirl.
Into the evening we will drink lemonade on the porch swing.
I will teach her how to be a mother
Because one day she will have her own daughter.
I wish you were here with me
Watching, so you could see what a good mother I will be.

She has made many promises, yet never seems to keep them.
The lies she tells me are continuous, yet still I believe them.

I have gotten older, but not any wiser, for when she tells me to trust her and everything will be fine,
I start wishing for it to be true and seem to think that she's right.

I love her more than words can say, for she is my mother.
But every lie she tells me is followed by another.

When did this person I love become broken promises and lies.
When will this person realize I need her in my life?

I have learned a lesson from her:
never lie to those you love, for soon their trust will be gone.

There's no more wishing for what wasn't meant to be.
I have to set her free.

My mother and I don't get along.
We share no common song.

She doesn't understand
I no longer want to hold her hand.

She doesn't know me well.
This it's not hard to tell.

I stare at her disheartened,
Asking myself how we got this partnered.

Why I no longer hug my mother
And would rather tuck myself under the covers.

Everything she does is bothersome to me.
Why can't she just leave me be?

The end I hope is near,
For this altercation is far from dear.

The explanation, my guess, is a teen girl,
Trying to grow up in a not so civil world.

I want to love my mom.
I need to share a common song.

She treats me like the child; I am but don't want to be.
I crave diversity and the right to be free.
I feel I should have control over my life in order to be me,
But in her mind this she doesn't see.
She sees her baby,
Headed out to the cruel world,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
If she tries to control
The life I live,
I won't want to go
Out into the world that may be cruel but is also a place of wonder and undiscovered truths
Waiting to be revealed
By this baby girl,
Headed out to the world
At the age of seventeen, looking for her dream.

MOTHER

Mother, why do you
treat me like
I'm nothing
to you?

Mother, why do you
leave me alone
when I need
you?

Mother, why do you
torture me
like you do?

Mother, why do you
have to disappoint
me and you?

Mother, why do you
keep going
back for more?

Mother, why won't you
stop for
me at least?

Mother, why won't you
listen to me
for once?

Mother, why won't you
listen to me
when I say I love you?

I will do anything to come back home.
I can't take it anymore.
I cry myself to sleep; my eyes are always swollen.
My heart always aches.
I just want you to hold me in your arms and tell me you will never let me go.
I have learned my lesson from the mistakes that I have made.
I will do anything to come to you and hear you say Baby Girl you are here to stay,
Can't anyone ever take you away.
I will do anything to come back home.
Please Mom, let me come home.
We can start over with a new beginning,
But one thing will always remain: the love that I have already gained from you.
No matter who they are, they will be nowhere as near as special as you.
I love you; I'll do anything to come home.

Mother is supposed to be a special word
A mother is supposed to be loving to a child or so I've heard.

This I personally do not know.
Because from my mother I've never felt the love-as far as feelings go.

She was always too busy-she made no time
I was just a young child-I thought this was normal in my mind.

I watched as you married someone you thought you loved
Because you thought this was best for me growing up.

Yet you watched while with a belt I was beat
And I know you could hear as I tried quietly to cry myself to sleep

You knew what went on when you weren't home
But yet you let it go on for so long.

Finally I realized this wasn't right,
All the fights that I was used to that woke me up each night.

So I left, trying to run away,
Trying so hard to forget that cold, lonely place.

But you already had messed my life up,
For all I knew was the way you acted as I grew up.

I never knew it was normal for mothers to tuck their children in bed at night
And say I love you or sleep tight.

I never knew it was normal for mothers to do the cleaning, cooking, and to love.
I didn't know that to other people your life was messed up.

So I moved in with dad, trying to find something better,
But it was worse because I hated his wife.

I didn't know how to let someone love me.
I didn't know how to let a mother love me in my life.

So once again I ran away,
But yet again I went to the wrong place.

I turned to drugs, drinking, and smoking all the time,
Because for a while it seemed to take everything off my mind.

But during the night when I was all alone,
I would still cry - wishing for a mother and a home.

Mom, you've caused this: the bitterness, pain, and anger inside.
I don't want to grow up like you and have a messed up life.

I don't want you to burn in hell, but you will if you don't turn your life around.
I want you to realize all your mistakes and that you need help before it's too late.