I don’t know how this all became to be,
How you changed from an understanding, loving mother,
To an irritated, perfectionist, diagnosed with what seems to be O.C.D.
Why must these recent changes be so agonizing
And so life changing?

What happened to the woman I once knew as “Mamá?”
Did the early exposure to grueling labor change you into this, cold hearted
monster?
Because of that damn transformation, we all fear to even give you a passing
glance,
For that permanent look on your face is shrieking pain to our hearts.
What has happened to you Mamá?

I truly wish I could do something to help you
But every time you sense help coming along,
You avoid it by simply saying “that is the way I am.”

What are you afraid of?
That I’m not going to be as responsible or as perfect as you always have
been?
Or maybe your scared that being normal isn’t good enough in your eyes,
Perhaps…that is it…
Nice to know that my mere presence disappoints my mother…

 
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