Mother of Sin• Show poetry

It seems that all my life I have been the old, tattered rug that everyone thoughtlessly walks all over without a minutes pause. I guess I can't complain, for from every sour and hateful experience in my life comes a new poem... Beauty from Pain. I am what I am. Nothing will change that. I love far to easily and I break even easier... I pretend to be a hard ass for the sake of my frailty. Cliche. I am without family... I have been disowned by my father, forgotten by his family... I have no mother, nor do I want one... I have been betrayed by every single mother figure that I have picked up. I have been deprived of my baby brother and sister..d and my older brother has been stolen from me... what's worse is that he doesn't care... He thinks he is in love because he lost his virginity to her... I am without a family. I have a daughter... she's the only family I need, since that others want nothing to do with me. She is my sanity in a world of madness. She is my love in a world full of hate. She is my life, when I feel like have nothing left. She saves me from myself. I have a broken heart. I lost to much in a certain person... Yes, I have my daughter, but this is a different form of love... this is the love for a man I want to share my life with and he doesn't realize just how much I love him... I do love him... he is broken just like me, but he knows exactly what is wrong with himself and just how to deal with it... like me... I want to be broken with him, then maybe I really won't be so broken... If only he knew...