The Constant Battle

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By Martine Donlon

My life this constant battle,
To maintain equilibrium.
Trying to defect each cutting
criticism
You fire at me to rattle
My fragile mind.

You find fault in seemingly
Innocent flaws
And close doors that would help me breathe.
Yet you gave birth to me,
How wrong can this be
Toxicity.
Never good enough,
Never tough enough,
Perfection evades each task
And still you ask, no, demand
more.

Sensitivity and vulnerability are but weaknesses,
Creativity counts for nothing.
Yet I have more heart in one beat
Than you could ever contemplate.
You are too wrapped up trying negate
Everything about me.
So you see, there’s nothing wrong with me,
Save a mother full of toxicity.
I am me, I am good, I am kind,
And you should mind your tongue
Lest you find a daughter’s love
May turn to hate.

Hear me for I fear it is now too late.
Love was all I wanted.