Letters to my mom part I

a mother's love, is a double-edged sword.

i, i'm not my mother's child.

she never held my hand, thinking it would teach me how to walk alone.

it didn't.

she gave me blood to drink, thinking it would cure my wounds.

it didn't. 

she taught me love was violent, with every tear she made me shed, thinking it would make me stronger.

it didn't.

she stole my laughter, thinking it would teach me how to behave.

it didn't.

she gave me a broken mirror, thinking it would show me how to love myself.

it didn't.

she hid away the sun from me, thinking it would blind me.

it didn't.

she blinded me, thinking it would teach me how to guide myself in the dark.

it didn't.

she made me chase her, thinking it would teach me how to run.

it didn't.

she bleached my world, thinking colour would leave stains.

it didn't.