Mother, why do you have to hurt me so much?
My body doesn’t hurt, but my pride does
Is this the cost of your love?
To tear me apart?
I would’ve given everything
That I have inside my chest
If you asked me smiling
With a loving mother smile
That you never had
All the other girls and their tender mothers
When I look at them
I can taste the bitterness of envy in my mouth
And then I beg for your attention
In a silent way that you never understand
I behave, but somehow I still get you mad
Please put me out of my misery and tell me, mother
When will I be dear to your ruthless heart?