LYRIC FOR SALE

By Diugu

They say a mother always knows best
Mine just learned how to yell louder than the rest.
Judge first, never listen, never confess—
Then wonder why I bury everything in my chest.

I stand in the mirror, staring at my enemy
’Cause I hate how much of you lives inside of me
Your eyes, your nose, your shadow I wear
And every time I see it, I snap, I swear

All the dreams I buried deep in my chest
’Cause you couldn’t be the mom I needed at best
Dad was gone, but you weren’t there too
So tell me what the hell was I supposed to do?

Crying alone, talking to ghosts
Feeling so lost when you were gone the most
You say “I did everything I could” — fine
Then explain why every one of us is broken inside

You say “no one taught me how to be”
Then what does that make me? Just debris?
Just the outcome of your lies and neglect?
A life you created but never protect?


You weren’t a home — you were a storm
Said you did your best, but look what you formed
Seven kids carrying weight too big
Learned how to survive before we lived

“Where is mom?” — I swallowed the truth
How do you say that to scared little yous?
That love don’t stay, it comes and it goes
That “home” ain’t a place anybody knows


While you were out chasing whatever you chased
Running from life, from place to place
I was the one wiping tears off their face
Answering questions I couldn’t replace

“Where is mom?” — what was I meant to say?
“She chose herself again today”?
“That love was a word she’d never display?”
“That being a parent just got in her way?”

You said “my kids are everything” — lies
You only ever loved yourself your whole life
Everything else came second place
We were just weight you learned to escape

I raised three brothers — I was there
Older ones gone, you weren’t anywhere
So I became what you failed to be
A kid raising kids, no one raising me

But who did I run to when I broke down?
When nights got heavy, no one around?
Nightmares screaming, stuck in my head
Crying myself into a soaked bed

First love shattered, school tearing me down
No nice clothes, no self-esteem found
Learned to disappear, to stay unseen
Just another ghost at fifteen


You say “I had it worse than you” — okay
So pain’s a competition now? That’s your play?
Like that erases everything you’ve done
Or makes you more than what you’ve become

“I never laid a hand”—that’s what you say
But I remember the first damn day
Time froze when you raised that hand
And I just stood there — couldn’t even stand

Oldest got told “take your things, get out”
Door slammed — silence filled the house
You cut him off like he meant nothing
Like we weren’t watching, like we felt nothing

Grandpa dying, doctors said stop
But you let him drink till his heart just dropped
And I still think you wanted that end
No calls, no care — just money to spend
And years go by, you still deny
Rewrite the truth like we’re the lie
Every one of us cracked inside
And you still stand there full of pride


They say forgive if you wanna move on
But how do you forgive when they say they did no wrong?
No sorry, no guilt, no looking back
Just twisting the story, calling it facts

And I hate this part the most, it’s true—
I still want a mother… just not you

I don’t call you my mother now
But my chest still tightens thinking how
I almost had one — just not you
And that’s the part I can’t undo

I hate that I still want it too
Some version of you that never came through
And that anger? Yeah, it cuts deep
’Cause I still want something you’ll never be

So what do I do with all this weight?
Cut you off or just coexist?
’Cause ending it feels like killing hope
But keeping you hurts more— I already know

If pain’s your excuse, then answer me this:
Why pass it down like it’s something to gift?
They say a mother always knows best…
Mine just made sure I knew what broken meant.