My heart aches for one person's presence.
My soul searches for any sign of wholeheartedness love from them, toward me.
My mind goes on to contemplate these action/emotions from ever actually occurring.
To see empathy from them, to see in their eyes...
Genuine empathy for the consistent pain I bare,
due to their actions all throughout my life.
I have been burdened with a torch,
that has so gracefully been given to me at a very young age.
A torch in which represents all the evil that exists in my short, yet, emotionally draining life.
A torch that only burns solid red colored flames,
always a subtle reminder for its true meaning.
Point-in-hand, even with this pain, these burdens you have willingly given to me, Mother...
I still ache so very much for this day...
In which I feel you truly love me, for me.
To know you love me, and I am NOT like everyone else you carefully place within your world.
I would NOT be a pawn who you use and move around to best suit you.
I ache for this day,
the day that I can see.
That I would be more to you than any kind of emotional or material gain.
In which you have always felt you rightfully deserve.
I will always, ache for my Mother's love.
For my Mother's compassion,
For her understanding,
For her friendship,
However, reality is that this will always and forever be unachievable!