Mom

Why?
Why did you do this to me?

After all of these years alone
I am still but a child on the roam

I try to figure it all out
But it makes me crazy with out a doubt

My mind is all mixed up
My skin has built up tough
No longer soft, gentle and trusting

These barriers that my body has formed
Makes it impossible for me to get along with anyone who tries to care for me.

I push them away!
How do I know-
They won't do how you did.
They all have so far

But for me it is too late
Too late for new beginnings.

But you
You have the freedom of possibility
I have nothing but hostility.

All I hold are memories
Shattered with the scars to remind me
The fears and broken heart to bind me
Binding to a life of misery?

No
I think not.
Why should I always be the martyr in the plot?
Although my childhood is shot,
I won't let my future rot.

So while I work away my days
And cry away my nights
I will think of you still

So umm - Ma'am,
Why?
I can't understand
Never will.