Wiping Her Behind

My future was set in stone by my bipolar mother.

She pushed away any help or opportunity for her daughter.

Although my mom loves me in her own special way,

Can't she see that it's me who has "to stay".

Urging me to leave this dumpy state,

But calling me to tell me I left a dirty plate.

My mom's lifestyle is bigger than herself,

She buys more than she can fit on a shelf.

More clutter just means more for me to clean.

Can't she see I'm tired of being her machine?

I've been her therapist, her bank account, her daughter, her friend

If I live my life on my own, would she make amends?

She bought a house that I know I'll be paying for.

She'll have no pension, and she doesn't want to act poor.

She has no family, no friends, no lover,

"Who will be left to take care of your old mother?"

She made me promise I wouldn't put her in a home,

Sometimes I wonder if she'll unleash and let me roam.

I love my mother more than I love myself.

That's why I know I'll be her number one when she's by herself.

I know my sister won't bat her eyes,

Hell, my sister plans on following me until she dies.

My dad tells me that I'm far too kind,

I know, that's why I'll be stuck wiping her behind.