Your loss -Bethann

Vibrating the intensity-
I let my hands witness my soul-filled tears.
My veins are blue,
Wanting the exposure to air.
Thoughts keep whirling around,
No way of stopping them-
Or slow down.
I can hear the drum beats
In my head.

You don't like me?
Would that be-
Your loss or mine?

I'm only human,
Learning I'll never live up to the standards you hold.
Thoughts continuing to rumble,
And never beginning to stop.
I spin in circles to hear the voices,
That you tell me to listen to.
I thought moms were obligated to like their children-
But I was sadly mistaken.

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