A Mother without a Name

tell me now 
why you lie 
to yourself 
and those nearby 

does it hurt
to wear that mask
to have no name 
and have no back 

scared, you run
ashamed, you hide
never will your soul confide

alone you stand 
in a room that's full
empty-handed 
a life so cruel 

those who loved
you pushed away 
afraid they'd see 
your imperfect face
 
unable to look
at yourself 
spent your time 
gaining wealth
 
how's it now 
to have it all 
but be alone 
and act so tall

speaking lies 
on repeat
a house filled 
with utter grief 

no light 
just darkened rooms
hate-filled heart 
and broken words

one day you'll see
perhaps when it's over
your time is up
nothing more left to uncover

you've had your chance
to make right all your sins
now better of dead
nothing more left to give 

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