Giving

When I was drawing past three
My mum bought
A crystal box for me.
It was trimmed with gold
And opened with a tune,
So I dropped it.

When I was drawing near six,
My mum bought
A new pretty, frilly black dress.
At my birthday party
A friend took envy
And so ripped it in front of my mum.

When I was towards ten
My mum took me
To the eye doctor once again.
The lights were scary
And the glasses pink and jewelled
And so I hide them in a box and said I had lost them

When I was just fourteen
My mum knew
That I was seething with steam.
So she left me alone
And stopped giving me things
And I had nothing left to break.

I was fragmented
And so was she
So I tore that feeling up again, I tore, I tore
Into even pieces
And pushed it away
So I wouldn't feel the guilt anymore.

It didn't work.