My mom's always Jekyll and Hyde. The fights and beatings. Then the splurging and concern. She doesnt let go and i'm trying to break free. 2 clashing figures, at each other's throat. I cant deny my foul temper. She cant get rid of her paraniod. Solutions just dont work. Where then is the balance? I thought i've weathered the worst. But after last nite, her laying hands on me again, i dont think its so simple anymore. what is she going thru now?

If dreams are born of promises, i had a miscarriage.When promises are made, i expect them to be kept. And if they are broken, i wish you wont stare. Splinters of angish twisted within, blank acknowledgment is what i could not bear. Though u broke those pieces, i hope u'll put them back. Coz even after all this time, i still love u best.