Listless
My moms like
“Make a list of things that are yours”
I’m like
All I can list
Are the parts of me she ignored.
Nothing feels mine anymore
She took everything she could and somehow
Still demands more.
My moms like
“Make a list of things that are yours”
I’m like
All I can list
Are the parts of me she ignored.
Nothing feels mine anymore
She took everything she could and somehow
Still demands more.