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Your Son

I got mother’s skin,
But your eyes,
I hate it.
Every time I look in the mirror,
I see the eyes of a killer,
Memories of all the times you hurt mom.
I hate you,
And love you,
Why can’t you just leave us alone?
Why must mom cry every time she sees me?
I am your greatest accomplishment,
A thorn in mother’s side she can never remove,
Your son.





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nightwolfsnow said...
Mar. 6, 2011 at 9:39 am
Wow. I can feel the emotion in this despite the short length.
 
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