I hate the way you look at me
All you see is damaged goods
You see someone with scars
Both physically and mentally
I hate the way you see my children
A product of a dsyfunctional relationship
I'm damaged so they must be also.....right?
How could they not be
Look at their mother
You see me as cynical
You see me as wary
You see me as someone stronger for what has happened
You praise me for it
Yet with your eyes you tell me i'm to be pitied
You tell me I'm not whole
What you don't tell me
Is that it doesn't matter to YOU.

I never forget you and your family in my prayers.
Happy Mother's Day. You are an awesome mother.

duplicates............

what does that suppose to mean?

Scars I know about.

I see you as one with much to offer.

Very good writing. Very sad, very hurt.

When I look into your soul, I see LOVE.
When I look int your heart, I see LOVE.
When I look into your talks with me, I see and here LOVE.
When I EVER think of YOU,,,,,,,I CANNOT HELP but to think of "LOVE".
BECAUSE "THAT" is what YOU have ALWAYS showed "ME", wink,, wink,

Whatever has YU down, IM SORRY.

And I like your poem is VERY much....And I feel ya girl,wink...