What A Mother You Are

I'm just not feeling well

Such Irony
Your daughter is whom you care least about
And when penniless times came
You did not hesitate to give her away,
to the man you hate more than Satan himself,
Her father
Such Irony
You begged your son for his words
all whilst ignoring your daughter's
She begged and pleaded
At an age with one digit,
"Please mom, talk to me"
Her tears did not faze you,
but her messy, unorganized room did
Such Irony
You confirm to her that your lover
comes second to your children
But it is clear as day,
You do not even consider her your own
Such Irony
All your sons were delightful surprises
Yet the only child you planned,
came to be the only child
you did not ask for
And it is ever so ironic
that she cries at your indifference