Mommy don’t you care?

You hardly say “I love you”
You never give me a hug or a kiss goodnight
You poke and prod at my feelings
You say such awful stuff

Do you care at all about the way I feel
You never ask how I am
How my day has been
You ignore me no matter how much I try to talk

There is a nagging feeling inside that says that this is not right
The things you do, and the things you don’t
All the things I wish you did
The days that you set me in front of the TV

It seems, that the things you say are meant to hurt me
You say you should have let me go
Give me to my father
This all should have happened years ago

You never held me as a young child
Your time was short when it was with me
You said that you were busy
when I wanted to spend time with you

I tried to tell you that I needed you
But you never listened
I cried in class because I wanted to stay with you
You sent me to my dad’s even when I begged you to let me stay with you

All I wanted was to be close to you
All I wanted was to be shown the love that I deserved
All I wanted was what the other kids had with their mom’s
But all I got was neglect

You said that I was pressuring you to spend time with me
I wrote you notes to tell you that I needed more time with you
You said that I had this constant need to be with you
You made me feel guilty about my need for you

Now I begin to see as I get older
What you did to me
In a way you made me stronger
But you made it so that I didn’t trust

I can’t get close to anyone
Or anything
There is something inside that makes me feel imperfect
Like you intended this for me

I keep everything inside
The way I feel
Every little thing that you do in some way hurts me
There is little that I can do
All I wanted was the time with you

Now there is little said between us
We barely talk at all
You say that every thing you did was for me
But I think it was just another way to hurt me

There were the little things that you did
The ones that were meant to hurt me
There were also the times that you were all mine
But those times were few and far between

Now that I am living with my dad I hoped that it would change
The way that you treated me
The way that you talked to me
But all of it is the same

Mommy don’t you care about the way that I feel
Don’t you care about the way that you hurt me?
Don’t you care about what is best for me
Don’t you care about the time that was wasted?

Mommy don’t you care?