Sorry mum

When I open my mouth,
Say my thankyous...
There's a disagreeing hammering,
Far inside,
The vorex of my mind...
Just a little tapping,
The echoes of truth,
Getting shut out.

When mother's day comes,
With a smiley face,
I wake you up,
I fuss over you...
Make you feel proud,
Make you feel like I love you,
I do love you,
I do love you,
I do love you,
I repeat to myself,
I do love you,
I do love you,
I do love you.

Yet everyday the distant hammering,
On the door to my truths,
Grows louder and louder,
Drowning out my comforts...
I do love you,
I do love you,
I do love you,
Eventually the door will collapse,
And my comforts,
All my love,
Will be washed away,
I won't love you,
I won't love you,
I won't love you.

But if I look through that glass panelling,
If I look at the otherside of the door,
I realise that,
Though I'm hiding it,
I don't love you,
I don't love you,
I don't love you.