Raised By Hidden Love

Maybe there was love shown the cooking and the cleaning it’s difficult to have known with all of the demeaning When you can’t tell the difference between a trophy and detention awards that lack significance received the same reception I always felt a counterweight would appear with my success a strange way to demonstrate encouragement to try my best Then there’s siding against occurring automatically Why not take my side? not add problematically Insisting on cleaning my room when the doctor told me rest make it last all afternoon It’s shocking, causing stress Then there is the privacy why has my post been opened? Do that but do not speak to me? Like trust communication’s broken Someone needs too encourage “You can do it!” Or “good luck” Not install the fear of god the anxiety to self destruct I guess that the love on show was the cooking and the cleaning It must be the way you know thanks for that as it was my needing I think you tend to look outside rather than too your family I guess you did that all your life a habit to not standby me If I’m not shown love at home then where else would I find it? Why raise me as you have known, when you know you didn’t like it. You can’t even talk to me, there is no form of trust foundations that extraordinary are a metal bound to rust You identify the opposite of what most mothers do, it causes inner conflict, the love is out of view the past is only relevant because you've never changed this makes it appear evident you get a kick out of the strain