Mom's secret face

By , Morrison, OK
I love how you yell at me,
when you can do no better,
I love how you know I won't listen,
so instead you call my brother,
He's not the one,
I want to hear from,
Although it would be nice,
if just for once,
he'd call with his own advice,
You say you love me,
but all you want from me,
is the money I bring in from the bank,
What would you do,
If I told you,
I'm killing myself everyday,
You'd probably yell and scream,
call the whole family team,
and continuously tell me to pray,
I used to look up to you,
back when you were smart,
now I plot against you,
and have been from the start.





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