Looking in your eyes
Tells me something's wrong.
Never began to realize
You've neglected for so long.
It seems you're never there,
You never really try,
And every time I want to be with you
You make up stupid lies.
I feel as if
I'm just your friend,
That you hate being around,
So don't pretend.
Don't say you love me
With that dreadful tone.
It doesn't make sense
Why you never answer your phone.
It's pathetic to know
You had three daughters,
But you have nothing to do with any of them;
That truly makes me wonder.
Sure our family has had problems,
But not that bad that you can ignore,
So if you expect me to stick around,
I'll walk right out of the door.
You wonder why I live with dad.
At least he does try.
Daddy has always cared about me.
Do you know how much this makes me cry?
I feel like you're dead
Because you're never there.
You're dead to me.
How is that fair?
I have never done anything to hurt you,
And your boyfriend comes before me?
That's bull crap, Mom.
Pay attention to me.
It's always poor, poor, pitiful you.
You always have problems.
You tell me your troubles
Like I'm supposed to stop them?
You used to call every day
Just to see how I was doing.
Now it's like you don't own a phone
As my emotions are brewing.
It's so hard not to cry
Knowing my mother is barely around.
I see girls so close the their mothers,
But it's as if mine is already in the ground.
Do you ever cry over me, Mom?
Do you ever stop and wonder
About how I am doing?
You're just a silent thunder.
I hate loving you.
There's no point if it's not returned.
My sisters hate it too.
I feel like my skin is in a blazing fire being burned.
Trying to smile
When I'm with you, never seem to faze me.
You were always the "cool mom"
But now you don't care about me.
So now when you need me,
I hope you know I won't be here.
I hope one day you read this
And it brings a world of fear.
I don't want your hugs
And fake understanding.
I want a mom
Who is never-ending.
I'm sorry, Mom,
But I gotta say
I'll always love you
But never look my way!
Poem About Broken Relationship With Mom
I can feel this poem. My father died early. I live with my 2 siblings and mother. My grandparents pay for everything for us. My mother is a good person only towards my siblings. She takes me...
How Do You Call Yourself A Mom?
Published: April 2009
Looking in your eyes