A Teenager’s Thoughts About Mother

She may talk garbage
But she guided me till this age.
She can be frustrating,
May not always be lovey-dovy;
She may accuse me of doing things I know I’ve never done.
She may not trust me at times
But I miss her when she’s not around.
I hate-love her
But I can’t lie,
She means a lot to me.
She may send me to my room,
She may shout at me;
She may not believe me at times.
But I’ve got to admit,
Life wouldn’t be easy without the mother who’s protected me.
Can’t stay mad at this monster,
Can’t stay mad at my mother,
‘Cause without her life can’t be any better

By: Katt Styles

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