"How Go You Keep It Warm in Here?" "I Don't."
She asked how I keep things warm
I told her I don't
She was asking about my room
Just making conversion
Then something hit me
Everyone thinks I keep things cozy
But I don't
Others think it's nice around me
But I simply don't
While others are warm
I'm cold
While others are comfortable
I'm tense
People think my life is easy
But it's not
I go with the flow
But the flow doesn't always lead me to nice places
Sometimes I end in horrid places
Places where I wonder if I'm loved
Not by people
But by one person
My mother
That's what really hurts
While others love me
Her's is the live I seek
I don't always know I have it
You would think I would
But I don't
Sometimes I'm the best
And she says she loves me
Most times I'm scum
And she says things that cut like knives
She's made me cry more than any one person ever could
More than anyone should
I look at her and think
"Does she love me or hate me?"
"Am I really wanted?"
I don't think she loves me
If she were any other person
It wouldn't matter
But she's my mom
She's supposed to love me, right?
The first love we know is from or mother
How am I to feel when it is denied me?
People think that I'm always happy
Because I smile constantly
What they don't know is I'm only happy when she's not there
I'm not wishing ill will against her
I'm just wishing she wasn't near me
For even if I am denied her love
She still has mine
I hurt her sometimes
And it hurts me
I relish the time we are apart
For I don't have to tread lightly
So as not to harm her
I still have memories of better days
Those memories are what cause me pain
Where she used to show me affection
She now just causes me pain
Where she used to comfort me
She now is my tormentor
I feel horrid when she comes to mind
People think I'm fine
But I'm not
Because before strongly implying her contempt for me
She can casually a ask question
To which I will hollowly reply
She asked a question
That meant more than anticipated
I simply answered
With deeper meaning than expected
"How go you keep it warm in here?"
"I don't."
I told her I don't
She was asking about my room
Just making conversion
Then something hit me
Everyone thinks I keep things cozy
But I don't
Others think it's nice around me
But I simply don't
While others are warm
I'm cold
While others are comfortable
I'm tense
People think my life is easy
But it's not
I go with the flow
But the flow doesn't always lead me to nice places
Sometimes I end in horrid places
Places where I wonder if I'm loved
Not by people
But by one person
My mother
That's what really hurts
While others love me
Her's is the live I seek
I don't always know I have it
You would think I would
But I don't
Sometimes I'm the best
And she says she loves me
Most times I'm scum
And she says things that cut like knives
She's made me cry more than any one person ever could
More than anyone should
I look at her and think
"Does she love me or hate me?"
"Am I really wanted?"
I don't think she loves me
If she were any other person
It wouldn't matter
But she's my mom
She's supposed to love me, right?
The first love we know is from or mother
How am I to feel when it is denied me?
People think that I'm always happy
Because I smile constantly
What they don't know is I'm only happy when she's not there
I'm not wishing ill will against her
I'm just wishing she wasn't near me
For even if I am denied her love
She still has mine
I hurt her sometimes
And it hurts me
I relish the time we are apart
For I don't have to tread lightly
So as not to harm her
I still have memories of better days
Those memories are what cause me pain
Where she used to show me affection
She now just causes me pain
Where she used to comfort me
She now is my tormentor
I feel horrid when she comes to mind
People think I'm fine
But I'm not
Because before strongly implying her contempt for me
She can casually a ask question
To which I will hollowly reply
She asked a question
That meant more than anticipated
I simply answered
With deeper meaning than expected
"How go you keep it warm in here?"
"I don't."