You call yourself a mother

You hold back You keep him from him You go out your way "we don't need you" you say. "We don't need your money". Ain't that s*** funny? What you don't need, what you don't want is your vice in life. The insecurity you bear, the jealousy you share, are as subtle as your declares. Your declares to make it right is only possible if he agrees not to put up a fight. How can he be there? How can he do his share? How can he give him his heart, when you constantly try to keep them apart? No one is happy, not even you, but you keep frontin' like you always do. Your suppose to nuture, not devour. Your ways are of a coward. Who are you really hurting? You call yourself a mother. Why bother?