Burden

 I’m hurting.

I’m just a burden—

useful for nothing.

Everyone can see it.

Placated, elated—

but I can never be free.

It’s frustrating,

the words that never come.

It’s heart-breaking.

I’m a rubbish mum.

But I love those girls

with all of me—

even with my failures.

Surely the world can see

that they...

are my driving force.

But hey—

I still fail, of course.

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