You press on me, like a foot on my neck.
You do not let up, relentless with strength.
It has increased all of my life.
You have never spoke life to me believing in my worth.
You have always criticized every effort of mine.
You believe that I am too broken.
But can I remind you that you are my mother.
You should have been there to protect me, to see me.
Why were you so caught up in your own pain to forget me?
I am sorry that no one was there to stop your abuse.