I am not my mother.
I am a mirror. I am everything she could have been
And everything she should have been.
I am every scar she was, every mistake up to now she has made, every decision in life and every flaw she sees. I am her mirror. I am every love she has had, every hope she has and every dream that was taken forcefully from her. I am everything she wishes and everything she wants me to be.
I am a mirror.
I am a mirror of all the hate she unleashes,
All the poisonous words that spill from her.
But I am not her.
So, forgive me mother,
When I cannot take those words and bury them.
When the only thing I can do is engrave them in my heart
And spill a thousand tears.
I am her mirror.
I am everything she has ever told herself; I am everything she has yet to say. I am every unspoken thought, every unachievable desire, every heart wrenching experience she has been through.
I am my mother.
I am sorrow, I am agony, I am pain and every unfulfilled wish. I am all the dreams she wasn´t allowed to have. I am all the cold words and harsh things she says. I am all the hate that spills out from her. I am the loneliness and grief she has felt, all the agonizing things she has said and each and every devastating, heartbreaking regret, and remorse she has had.
I am my mother's words and thoughts, her goals and misery.
So please, forgive me when my words fail me, and I break down: Forgive me when I yell and shout. Forgive me when I beg and cry, forgive me when I fail to comply
And I shout vicious things,
Forgive me when I hate too loudly,
So, forgive me, because I am my mother.
Forgive me, for I am my mother.
And mother, forgive me.
For when I hurt you when I blurt out foul words
And I see that look on your face,
I see you and you see yourself once again,
The failed you, the lonely you, the hurt you, the version of you full of grief.
I hurt us both.
For you have given up everything for me, for you are not you anymore
And I am not me.
I am my mother, although I wish not to be
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Sonbaharı hep hüzünlü bulurlar bende tam aksine sonbaharda neşelenirim. Doğa renklerinin en ahenkli tonuyla tüm güzelliğiyle karşımızda dururken bu mevsimde hüzünlenmek de niye? Dökülen yapraklar altında yanında sevdiğin bir insanla bu harika tabiata bakarak yürümek aşkın ta kendisi değil de ne? Kısacası seven sevdiğine sevdiğini tam da bu güzel mevsimde söylesin.
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