You tell me to smile
But I can’t
You say cheer up
You ask why I am
Always so sad and mad
But isn’t it obvious
You should know because you claim to
Be my mom
And the answer to your questions is that
When I’m stuck here suffering in plain sight
And you don’t see that I feel unwanted
I get all these feelings from you
But you don’t think
There is such thing as stress or depression
You tell me to suck it up and I will
Be fine and that it won’t kill me
But if it doesn’t and you don’t
Then I might
