Screw It

A poem about mental illness

My mothers rage is off the page

she can’t control emotion

her laughter and her tears are like

the current of the ocean

Her hate and her deceit are like

an awful witches potion

when I was small she shook me ‘til

I couldn’t stand the motion

I don’t know why I keep returning

back to her again

her alternating love and hate make her a crummy friend

and if I cross her she’ll discard me

like she never knew me

pretend she didn’t raise me and

then probably try to sue me

cause she forgets just how much that

I do for her each day

to pay her bills and save her from

her own financial fray

she’ll gossip and try to make sure

the family stays divided

but we have learned the hard way that

we’ve got to stay united

they say detach with love but I

don’t know that I can do it

I get so tired of her that

I usually say, “screw it!”

and leave her to her own devices

chaos fear and all

I really do not want to talk so

please don’t make that call

‘cause I’ll ignore it and go on

about my busy day

she lives all the way across town

and that is where she’ll stay

they said that I should speak my truth

they say to be defiant

but when I get away from her all that I want is quiet

her mental Illnesses’s getting worse

her borderline is showing

my impatience with what she does

is thereby daily growing

And so I’ll take care of myself and really all should do it

And when we’re fed up with her actions

we can say “just screw it!”

(C) Copyright -Stacey M. Patterson (Mo) and MugglestonesAndMayhem. All rights reserved.

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