It’s easier for you
Not to admit
Not even try to accept
That most of this
Is all your fault
Sure I am grown
But you never showed me
How to belong
You were to busy with yourself
To Think about something or someone else
Being a mom
I get it,
It is hard
However working isn’t an exuse
For it all
We need guidance
And your presence
So when you look at me
And Im everything you hate
Remember
You aided in this defeat
You also created just a small part of this
I am your daughter
What do you think now
Mother dear?
it's pretty good but it comes out as...choppy like you're cutting off sentences WAY too short. Over all, it is an excelent and well-thought-out poem, of the free verse obviously, and you are definately making a point!
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