you really do not get a break as a mother
you are there to oblige by your child's Beck and call
even if you find time for yourself because of a babysitter or the other parent, it is biologically programmed within you to wonder about your child.
are they okay?
are they eating?
do they miss me?
it's frustrating
you don't get time to yourself
you don't get to sleep on your own schedule
you are constantly at the will of a child
YOU ARE READING
cry for love
Poetrya compilation of dumb, cringy poems ive written during my journey with convincing myself im loved. ive spent the last year or so of my life hating myself and believing that most others feel the same way. so if you want some insight on how that feels...
