Don't Tell My Mother

Don't tell my mom that I'm falling apart Please don't tell her of my broken heart, Please don't tell her when I hurt Because, from me she will never desert. My scars have also become her scars Which can't be cured from ointment in jars, And my pain would also then become hers as well That for a fact and a certainty I can honestly tell. She talks to her friends about me to impress Unto others I have no pain or worries or stress, But, it's only in her mind and in her brain That I have no worries, or any pain. Please don't ever let my mother hear That when I am alone I'm scared and I cry a tear, Because, I know that I'm emotionally dying inside And to my mother about those feelings, I have lied. My mother has dealt with this for herself for many years With much worries, and sadness and fears, To her she felt like she had committed a sin or a crime; Now, I got it this time. Randy L. McClave