Stranger

Your cries of shear inner pain echo in my ears as you reveal the truth.
Why does the truth have to hurt so much?
Your cries of agony turn to screams of anger and frustration as the truth engulfs you in it's self.
Foul words tumble from your lips as you reach out strangling the air.
You tremble.
You cry.
You scream.
I want to understand and in a small way I do...
but...
In order to feel your pain I must experience it myself and that shall never be.
Where has my mother gone?
Who has taken her place?