better than those cliché three words

i'm not good at the whole emotional 'i love you' thing.

when i came to you with rivers of tears
i hoped that you would make my visions clear
but you stood in silence until the last drop dried
and said, "they won't be solved even if blood you cried"

i was always harsh whenever you were sick
because i couldn't stand looking at you when you were weak
you taught me, there's nothing beautiful in vulnerability
and there's nothing great when others decide my destiny

Dad may be the winner in the genetic battle
and i may be a replica of him in every angle
but i'm not him, and i can't be, even if i tried to
because underneath the visage, deep inside, i'm all you.

Happy Mother's Day, Mama.