an ode without an owner

your sunken eyes and forced smile

i know them well, they’ve stung for a while

the days of wondering what you would do next

the thoughts of death we could not protest.

those days you told me you didn’t care

how you wished me ill, it wasn’t fair.

what a mother is you failed to be

everything you said cut deep into me.

your hatred blinding my childish gaze

those years of hell that showed me the way.

but now you’re gone and i am free.

you will never know what you ment to me.