I ask myself, why was I not loved as a child?
Was I such a bad child mom?
Could you not stand the sight of me, have you got regrets ever giving birth to me?
Remember mom when you shouted, smacked and made me cry?
I was a wee child of five, you were my entire life.
I asked you to love me, you couldn't, you turned, walked away, leaving me stood there drowning in my own sadness.
You left scars for all to see.
Did I ever tell you my friends, they laughed and picked on me.
My happiest times were whilst I were asleep.
My dreams were so beautiful and mine to keep.
You couldn't take my dreams away from me, but you took my god damn virginity!
For that I will hate you beyond eternity.
I am grown now and have children of my own.
I love them, they love me.
I don't need you for my own.
I hate you, I despise you, feel sorry for you all at the same time.
Your life will soon be over.
So you see mom, there's not enough time!
Deborah Ashdown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-enough-time/
