Waking up in the middle of the night,
My addiction is craving attention,
Lingering for what it pleases,
But I can not satisfy it.
It will not let me rest,
Demanding my thoughts,
Tricking my mind,
Making me feel so miserable.
For years this demon has roamed,
I was only eight years old,
When I discovered what my addict was,
To receive a mothers love.
Moving from person to person,
Trying to find the satisfaction,
To relieve my inner demons roar,
But no one could compare.
A mothers love is what I crave,
But never did I receive,
And never will I deserve,
Hunting my dreams.
Will I ever manage,
To face my addictions demon,
To become a mother,
And give them the love I crave?
The softness within that care,
That I never deserved,
Will I learn to pass it on,
Or will I carry on the pain?
Bronze trophy winner
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Lol, jk!
