I hate to admit it
But I do love you
Don’t even try to get me to say it
Because I won’t
I’m not going to hug you
Big deal
If you try to kiss me
I’ll squeal
Maybe I’d hug you
And be willing to kiss you
If you weren’t so wicked
And treated me better than you do
Yes I’m blessed
Because I got my basic needs and wants
You’re not the worst mother but you’re not the best
Because I can barely feel the love
You treat me like a slave
And don’t appreciate the hard earned A’s
You never even say good job
You just have me working like a slave for all my days
You’re always shouting at me
Let’s not forget the cursing
And on top of that the whole god kids thing
I still got a heart and it’s hurting
But you know what?
After all the days
Of stress and strain
I love you with all your wicked ways
No, don’t change
Because then it’d be weird
You’ll be all nice
And I’ll be scared
But one thing I know
You can’t say you got nothing for Christmas
Because I’m telling the truth and pouring it all out
That mummy I love you no matter what
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Or at least I try
:)
(any name suggstions, leave in comments)
LaTisha Parkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unmirrored-love/
