I'm a mother to my family.
A caretaker to my house.
But yet I am invisible.
And I am homeless.
No matter how much I hurt.
Or how much they see.
They dont give a damn.
As long as the house is clean.
My father never cared if,
I passed out at his feet.
Or my mother never cared,
If I was physically beat.
They would never care,
Unless I was on my death bed.
"As long as the house is clean."
Is what they would have said.
I could hold a gun to my brain,
Ready to pull the trigger.
They wouldnt even see me.
"As long as the house is clean."
They dont care if Im broken.
As long as I can take care of them.
Im a phantom cinderella, maid, and slave.
Im never to be seen, unless it is my grave.
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