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You call yourself a mother,
But you never seem to care,
We have a problem,
We’re being bullied,
And you just brush it off.

You were treated bad by your mom,
You said you were different.
From what I’ve seen
The last 17 years
You’re about the same.

You freak when I’m too busy,
To grab you a soda.
You yell,
When I need help.
I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
And you don’t do anything to help.

You say you’re older then me,
But sometimes you act younger.
You stomp, you scream, you slam the doors
And I just sit and watch.
You call yourself a mother
But you act like a 13-year-old girl.

Everyone wants a mother,
But not one like you.
I want someone to talk to,
And one who can be my mom too.