Like mother like daughter

Why does it matter?

Why don't you love like other mothers?

I can't ask you these questions

Because you're not here

You never were

Who took you from me?

How is it, that I've never seen you

Yet here you are right in front of me

You'll never show me who you truly are

Because you're simply gone

You detach yourself from everything around you

From your own daughter

Is it because that's all you know?

Why can't you show you care?

You never do

If you do, I know it's in the weirdest ways

Why can't you just say all this out loud

Please I beg for you to speak your mind

I crave the love from you

I'm still here

Can you see me?

I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

I have trouble

Expressing my feelings

So I write mother

I write till I can't write anymore

I write till my eyes can no longer cry

My heart can no longer hurt

Mom, what's it like?

Not having a mother

She took you away didn't she?

She took every good thing you believed

She took away your hope and dreams

She took away your soul

I have half of you, Mom

Half of that other person was stolen

So I can understand

But I beg you

Don't take away me too

We still have a chance to make it all better

One day I will be gone

One day you won't even see the physical me

And mother,

I'm scared

I'm terrified actually

That you've given up on being a mother

Maybe it's too late and you already have

But mother, I feel too

I feel things

I have emotions

I need nurturing

Not like I did when I was a young child

I need you to cry to when something goes wrong

I need you to tell me what's best

I need you

Simple as that

But you've created this, Mom

I don't deal with things

I simply let it float away from my grasp

Until

I'm all alone

My mind is awake

My body is tired

But it's alert

And I realize it's my own self begging to heal

Begging for me to do something

But I wait so long

Too long

The damage is already done by then

But I need a release

The tears eventually fall with a blank face

My stomach starts turning

Guts wrenching

Nose running

It's what I call therapy

It's how I cope

Mother, tell me, does this all sound familiar?