her in mother by Rut Novyanti

Walked they tittled-tattled Talked they laughed Shits they out Cry they watched None was theirs They acted like piece Of garbage That made curse Sick Tick Tack Fuck Let it released Hold it right Stop it breathed Let me died Words Lost I Gone All done

Said to be ready Promise loudly Present convincingly Dip self in reality It is never easy Even just to see And pass day by day Crying doesn't heal Hard days should be done, still None can give me chill To keep my head sane still Others said just say say Tell tell what you want to share But better to lay Rather to think and prepare About what to say Me think, talking to you Better not, because I know Others tend to be judgemental To say I am sentimental Days without the real me Have been hard Don't they know me Don't they have heart? Don't they have empathy? Don't dare you pity when you do not have that ability ... A Mom, 28112019