A mother? Is that what you honestly think you are?
Birthing nine times doesn't make a person a mother.
A mother support a child, works with them, helps them through their trauma.
They do not bully their child in depression.
They do not sit there as their child suffers.
A mother, does not test if their abuse was real or not.
A mother doesn't laugh at a child's pain.
Protector? No. You're a defeater.
Provider? You fed me, yes. There was no love though.
Happiness? We had our moments but you forget them and go straight back to acting like I'm your problem.
I suppose I am a problem.
It only makes sense.
I'm the youngest. Therefor, I'm the weakest, the most disgusting, the worst.
I tried for you though.
Did you try? I don't think so.
So, what is a mother?
I suppose I'm still searching for that answer...