Blame Game

September 24, 2011
By Anonymous

I sit there one vibrant morning
Next to my mother
Sipping her tea
Standing up she slips and falls
scalding her arms as she curses in pain
As she yells and screams
Blaming me
Because I affected the gravity of the room
I don't know weather or not she loves me or not
Horrible blame
Physical pain
All because I was there for shame


The author's comments:
To my mother, who is mentaly ill, and hates my guts. for some reason though, I love her anyway.

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