My mother forced me: “Swear by my life”
I was only 8 years old
Feared the worst. So I denied it.
“That glass I never smashed”
First she frowned. Then she shouted.
Then she spit into my face.
I felt guilty. Then she screamed:
“Don't call me Mom again”
What? How do you talk to your child?
I'm sorry
I broke what you kept as a souvenir
I'm sorry
I know that I shattered your trust in me
I'm sorry.
I am guilty. Regretting. I am ashamed.
I'm sorry
I'll do anything for your Love
Mental violence. No one told her.
That affects a child for life.
If she'd known. She'd have tried.
Tried to make things right.
Her Love was endless. So were her fears.
We know that fear is a bad guide.
Thus she transferred her own childhood
And all her pain to me.
You! Mind how you talk to your child!
I'm sorry
I broke what you kept as a souvenir
I'm sorry
I know that I shattered your trust in me
I'm sorry.
I am guilty. Regretting. I am ashamed.
I'm sorry
I'll do anything for your Love
You! Mind how you talk to your child!
I'm sorry
I broke what you kept as a souvenir
I'm sorry
I know that I shattered your trust in me
I'm sorry.
I am guilty. Regretting. I am ashamed.
I'm sorry
I'll do anything for your Love
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