We fight, we hate, we snap, you're late,
We scream, we yell, we burst, we swell.
We spit, we huff, we hurt, we bluff,
But the anger we have is never enough.
No matter the hurt and no matter the pain,
And no matter the fact that we'll do it again.
No matter the fights that end in a mess,
And the expectations and that unneeded stress-
You're still my mother and I'm still your child,
And compared to our love our fighting is mild.
No matter the bad, there's always the good,
And I'll always love you, as a family should.
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