Hypocrite

I believed in a false belief. Her words cause me severe grief. One thing is said when she opens her mouth, Yet, something else becomes of it and I find myslef drowning with doubt.
Her lies are what I deal with everyday.
This is my own blood and she causes me to stray. I don't want to believe her stories anymore. But, wait! Isn't that what a mother is for?
Distrust and disgust go hand in hand.
When will I ever be able to understand? Questions flood my mind and this one baffles me. I trust to easy. I trust her deeply, can't she see?
A solitude is strong and full of power.
I'm in a prison. Like a maiden trapped in a tower. I dream someday my mother will live up to her name. She's made me who I am today. Does this cause her shame?

Email: