The Loving Son

You always told me that I’m stupid

And yet, I always look at it as something positive

You always told me that I’m nothing

And yet, I always think that it means nothing

You always make me cry

But because I love you, I just let it dry

You always shouting me

But because I love you, I never felt any pain for you

You always blame me of the negative things in your life

But because you’re my mother, I just ignore that

You always told me that I’m a son of a devil

But because you’re my mother, I just take it as something unreal

Now that you’re birthday is near to come

I want to leave you this poem that really get from the bottom of my heart

Now that you’re birthday is near to come

I want to leave you with a beautiful smile

Don’t think that the reason why I hang myself in the ceiling

Is because I’m already tired of caring for you

The reason why I choose to leave you

Is because I truly love you

Happy birthday mom