by wang yingyue
Mommy, oh, Mommy,
Why do you villainise me so?
Am I not what you’ve always wanted,
The apple of your eyes?
Pray tell, what do you feel?
Is it loathing or love?
Mommy, oh, Mommy,
I have your beauty, do I not?
That’s what they say anyway.
The curve of my hips and lips match yours.
We share the same slender silhouette.
Yet we can be no less different.
Mommy, oh, Mommy,
Do tell me this and humour me.
Is it true that mothers give birth to their pain?
When I appeared between your legs,
What is it that your eyes reflect?Do you see an enemy or a daughter?
Mommy, oh, Mommy,
When I look in the mirror,
I see your face yet my father’s anger staring back.
I am a tapestry of love and lies,
The breathing evidence of a romance long gone.
My existence is a joke, call me the circus.
Mommy, oh, Mommy,
Do I have to tear out my heart,
All the veins and arteries too,
Just to prove my love to you?
Do you truly wish me gone?
Would your life be much better without me?
Will my death finally give you life?
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