Memories of my mother,
Memories of my past,
They all haunt me,
And will continue to do so,
Until I am dead,
The things she has done,
The things she has said,
Are scarred forever on my brain,
You will never know,
Just what has happened,
The experiences that I have had,
Are all too bad for me to say,
Only one person knows the truth,
She I trust with my life,
If I were to die,
What will become of me?
Will I be stranded on this earth?
Or will I float away?
I cannot be too certian,
All I can do is wait and see,
I hide everything about myself,
especially those who are close to me,
Or those who I love,
Why must I be like this?
With nothing left to hide,
When there is so much I wish to tell,
Memories of my mother,
And of my past,
WILL HAUNT ME,
Til the day I die...

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