Poetry about my "mother"

she was my mom, not by love but by blood, she use to love me, she use to pay attention to me, but ever since that day she only thought of me as a burden. i don’t think she could ever look at me the same, she tried and i saw it, but even when she tried she would stop. she stopped trying, caring, she didn’t even want me anymore. she disowned me, just as i did her. maybe we could fix it, but is it really only just to “fix” me? no one is made to be fixed so why should i be? maybe it’s her who should be fixed. i try to help her, but she never accepts. i should stop trying, just to see if she’ll notice. 

-made January 24th 2022

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