Ode to Mother

Always present, never there.

What if I just stand here and get naked
Let shed my clothes, garment for garment, onto the reflective marble surface
See myself in the pillars, in the floor
Fall to the ground myself, and pray, beg for forgiveness
That I turned out so ugly was never my point
Why am I so angry and quiet
Why can I not scream because there is a piece of tape above my mouth
You push your hand against my lips, keep my screams locked in, inside myself, for myself
You are not there but you are always there you have made it so that you are always there
I don't even need you anymore, it's only me left but you have become me
I have become that which you have always said





The End

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