13/1/25 10:41pm A poem I wrote about my mummy issues lul (In honour of mothers day)

I always felt lucky to have a mum

but when I look in the mirror and

see myself morphing into her. i tear up.

I force my tears to retreat as I don't 

want to be seen as one,

A mother.

Women are emotional, and irrational when,

So I cannot be. That day I told her, the pain on her face. I felt guilty but did She?

For raising me this way to be this aware? When looking at my mother features on my own face, I feel sick.

My tears fall and I clutch myself

because she never did

(Lol.. I had just cried for the first time in literal month while writing this, so it's hella cringe..)