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