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.

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