Mom, I think you don't know me
and I will keep it my way
because if you knew me
I don't know what you would say.
I keep my secret
by telling little white lies.
Its better than truth I never spoke,
that person you would despise.
But what do you think I am doing
when I stole two rupees from your purse.
I bet you would never expect
I am stepping closer to my inner conscious.
So mom you will never know
that I harm self.
I will never make you go through
that sense of alarm.
So as you stay oblivious
To what I really do
just listen when I say
Mom, I love you
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