Imani

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Why, Mother...

You were there at my lowest… so you thought
You held up my smile… when it was worth it
You called out to me frequently… was that supposed to be caring?
Why did you even come? If the only purpose was to ruin me?!
Why do you even pretend, when your purpose was selfish, to leave it basic.
Just turn around, there’s no right to make from all this wrong.
Why must I hurt everyday? Hide it for your self conscious eyes!
Cut the bull, they say don’t run with scissors? Well, I’m in a rush.
A rush to get away from you! No! Don’t follow me!
Stop saying please, mother! Stop saying sorry, mother!
I don’t wanna hurt anymore, mother!
Let me be, mother! Let me run, mother!
Where was this when it was necessary, mother…?
You’re so freakin’ bi-polar!
Don’t they have pills for that? But, you would know right?
You have millions…
IS there one for love? Maybe? A little heart shaped pill.
Description: To love, with no falsies.
But, there’s a side affect; me…