I was a child. Once.
I thought I should idolize you. Once.
There was a time where I didn't know just how much life would hurt. Once.
I trusted you. Once.
My skin had no scars. Once.
Creativity burst out of me in words, and colors, and energy. Once.
I didn't know you. Once.
But once is a fractured dream and I know you now. You keep acting like I failed you.
Once. Twice. Three times- no: a dozen.
You. Failed. Me.
I called you mom. Once.
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Just a little venting about my mommy issues.