How I Disappear

I don’t know what you thought motherhood was supposed to be

But this is not it

Just because you don’t use your fists

Doesn’t mean you don’t hit

Every harsh word a contusion

Scratching out on my bruised heart

The conclusion

That your love was always an illusion.

But I guess I liked the pain

Because I tried so hard to please

Prostrate on my knees

Torn by mirror shards of my reflections

Wondering why again and again

I only ever received your rejections.

I tried mom, I did.

But this is the last time I’ll stand

Brushing my own blood from my hands

Dripping from the wealth

Of cuts you delivered by stealth

Because you only love yourself.

For you, I refuse to shed one more tear

Here’s my exit.

This is how I disappear.