come scathing accusations
from the hand
of a precious little eleven year old.
Unbeknowingst to her, as she can help it not,
it is painful to read
the cute large lettered handwriting
that scuplts a message
as if molded
by the hands
of a mother.
A mother that has
tried to pull my strings
to guide me in a path she deems
right.
A mother's task is no picnic.
It's more like hell on earth i'm sure.
So much responsibility brought upon herself
to make my life a good one...
but this is unacceptable.
twisted
wrong
passive aggressively
a slap in the face.
dwell i must not
and dwell i won't
but this cant go unoticed
for damage is done.
