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I need to start evaluating how my words penteteate through all these people’s heart

I’ve hurt my mom.

My words they cut like knives. Why do I let anger get a hold of me? Why do I have a snakes tongue and infect them with my venom?

I need to put my words for positive actions not fatal attractions

I’ve made my mom cry, I made her feel like whatever she does it’s not good enough. I broke her heart. She does nothing wrong and yet I’m so evil. I take all my built up anger and slash it on the best women on earth. I’m getting older, she’s getting older too. I need to make a pact with myself. To only uphold and respect the women who gave me life. The only person who is there for me even when I am the ugliest part of myself. The only person who is truly rooting for me and picks me up when I am scared and weak, she truly knows every part of me. The strongest women in the world who does so much for me out of PURE love, never expecting anything in return. All she wants is all my love back. That is literally all she wants and some how I still find it in me to yell at her and make her feel unappreciated. Unloved.