Child Mother

what are you doing to me

this is not who I have to be

already

Child Mother

your chattering teeth frighten me

I’m not here to fight you

but I might not be the one to get you through

this

ordeal of

tears and tantrums

should I thank you

now

for all the years you put up with

my tantrums my tears

my twisted teenage fears

I’m afraid

I cannot do so

because it wasn’t you

it just wasn’t you

who got me through

those

Child Mother

please hide from me

I’m not ready yet to

see you plea