What kind of mom are you anyway?Mature

You call yourself a mother.

A mother of three.

But seriously, that's funny.

Because the only thing you're thinking is "what about me?".

How selfish can you be?

How many times have you asked about me?

What kind of mom are you anyway?

You say you're trying.

You're trying for me.

But do you seriously expect me to believe

that?

You say this everytime and never mean it

and now your begging me to believe it.

Please.

What kind of mom are you anyway?

You say you love me.

Then why aren't you here?

Why aren't you calling everyday of the year?

That, Mommy Dearest, is the best lie of all.

For awhile there, you had me believing it all.

But that's what a liar does they make you believe

but really, the truth is written right on their sleeve.

What kind of mom are you anyway?

I bet you plan this all day.

Well, that wall of lies is finally giving way.

What kind of mom are you anyway?

The End

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