“It’s easy”
It’s easy so they say
Paying bills,
Cooking meals,
Packing lunches,
Asking of their days,
And... Loving unconditionally.
That’s it.. Unconditional love is what a mother brings to the table
Broken,
now shattered ,
repaired with sticky tape.
The quiet resolves of yelling brings me peace,
The harsh words I spit give me pleasure,
The pain it inflicts on their fearful eyes,
...Brings me a slow paced regret.
This viscous cycle plays on loop in their heads,
Like popular songs play on the radio.
Confusing lack lustre ads play though it all,
“I love you”
“I hate you”
“I’m proud of you”
“You disgust me”
“You are pathetic”
Again again ringing in their ears,
I’m at my wits end! At It’s apparent ease!
-I’m LOST
