Friday, The 13th

My mother was born
On April, Friday the 13th
She was a bleach blonde
Without any teeth

She's a terrific person
From her friends eyes
Although she's bipolar
And filled with lies

Theres room for improvement
As there is in all of us
But she's got it the worst
But we don't give a fuss

She's my mother
Been married three times
Turned gay this last
And stopped with her crimes

She has never been there
For only me
The rest of her daughters
Were never free

My sisters and I
Have had a rough past
She was there for them
But for me, it'd never last

She slept all day
When I was little
The graveyard shift
Made us both very brittle

But I worked my hardest
To earn her attention
By being the best I could
For awards and no detentions

Every day,
there was something new
But picked up by my step-mom
Who didn't have a clue

She never cared
And was never there
Although it seems like
She is fair

Born on Friday the 13th
My mother seemed so nice
Except she's a hypocrite
Skating on thin ice

To strangers
She's wonderful
To family
She's horrible

We want to say we love her
And we truly do
But it's really hard
When she won't love you

So there's my first insight
On Friday the 13th
Memories of my mother
Who is the least bit sweet