an unsaid conversation with mother

Mother, I am burnt,
I have parts in me I buried,
In the hollow shell of my body,
Mother, I was hurt,
I hid on the top of the shelf, I cried

When you put me down,
You burned me,
Because mother, in pain,
You didn't come for me,
You came to fix me,

Mother, I feel broken
Am I a toy with its parts replaceable? If so,
Send me back to the shop,
Mother, I am burned out of exhaustion,
I can't fight to save what we couldn't finish building

Mother, you thought you knew me best,
But you only knew the pieces I showed,
The silent silence between us silenced me more
And was suddenly I was no more

Mother your ignorance hurt me like no other,
And now it's a scar but
It doesn't hurt as it did before,
It's ugly it's mean and a demon



Mother, I remember every word you ever spooked me with
Like it was a song,
I would hum it in my head and play make-believe with it,
It won, every single time

And now we are older,
Now we are different but
I don't feel that you regret it,
Mother, I didn't see you,
and you didn't hear me.

Now I am older ,
And those conversations are
Buried deep within me
Somewhere with the teenage me,
Mother, now we fight no more,
And suddenly we are Strangers.