Mother, I am fire and glass.
I burn and break with all you do.
Mother, tell me what I am to you.
I know that you could never see,
But I'm breaking underneath my skin.
And though you never laid a hand on me,
I bare the mark of all your sin.
I wrote our story on my arm,
I drew our memories on my leg,
And though I'm the one who made the scars,
You're the one who did the harm.

Mother, I am famine and ice.
I starve and freeze and wait for you.
Mother, your love is overdue.
I put forth so much effort
And recieved only pain,
A war that I fought,
A battle in vain.
All I ever wanted was to hear
Your voice like summer whisper soft,
And write upon my heart in gold,
'Our love is more than once a year.'

Mother, I am dark and light.
I glow and extinguish, day and night.
Mother, please don't make me fight.
I am child and adult,
Innocent, but so at fault.
And I am hate and love so strong,
The kind that lasts a lifetime long.
At least that's what I'd want to be,
But, mother, tell me what you see.
All you have to do is look at me.
And I promise I'll be anything
If you would just come back to me.