Dear Mama

Dear Mama,

did you care
were you proud
don't recall those words
coming from your mouth
questions a child should
never have to ask

really fucked me up
for a long, long time
stuck believing I wasn't
worth a dime

can't keep searching for love in the past
destroying myself
looking for something
that was never real

cut you off years ago
but keep holding on to hope
maybe you'll change
if they want to

inner child keeps missing you
or more like the idea
of you

gotta let you go
stop looking for you
in other people
I'll never find you
but I can find myself