Mother (A Confession)

I still can't hold a woman in my arms.
Because of you.
I still can't call home.
Because of you.
I still can't know who I am.
Because of you.
I still can't have memories.
Because of you.
I still can't have childhood.
Because of you.
I still can't cry.
Because of you.
I still can't feel.
Because of you.
I still can't let go.
Because of you.