When I look at you,
I see everything.
I see what I hate,
And I see what infuriates me.
I see what I am,
And what I never could be.
I see my rage,
I see my pain,
I see everything that scares me.
Yet, when I look at you,
I see everything.
I see truth,
I see bravery,
I see what nobody else sees.
Not even you.
The truth is…
You have been nothing
But a saint.
You have been nothing
But a mother.
It's me, I hate.
It's me, I'm afraid of.
It's me, that pains me.
It's me, I'm ashamed of.