I’m Sorry Mom
I get angry at my mom
Because she’s the one place
Where it’s safe to be.
Where when I’m shattered glass,
I can be sharp and vicious
Instead of a kind mirror.
I hate to see her bleed.
But I’m sick of sanding down my edges.
Glass is meant to be pointy.
I’m sorry mom.
I bite the hand that feeds me,
Because I know you will always love me.