Your mother was a lovely lady.
She has struggled and struggled and continues to struggle.
She cares so much about you.
She talked to me about it once.
How much you worry her;
how hard she tries.
All the worry in the world couldn’t fix you though.
She tried so hard only to raise a monster,
and she doesn’t even know it.
She doesn’t know about the vile things you’ve said and done.
The revolting things you’ve said and done to other people.
She’s got no idea;
she’s only seen the tip of the iceberg yet worries so so much.
But you couldn’t care less.
You not caring about the people who love you most seems to be a common theme.
Poetry
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Great poem. If it’s true, I really feel for the mother.