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.