Try, all you can
Cry, out the pain
Talk to them of all your problems
Your thoughts are always on your children
Worried if they’ll be accepted
Your insecurities reflect in them

Decide, what’s wrong & what’s right
Pride, disregarded, thrown into the flames of time
Your child, blind to all your suffering for their cause
And it drives you out of your mind
Still you try
Still you cry

You try to be a martyr
You couldn’t be a mother
Just save yourself
You’re all that needs to be saved

Of your trials and your tribulations
I’d hate to be in your position
You’ll never get what you deserve

Child, all alone
Turn the tables – around
It’s your turn

In the light of your – sun
All that you’ve become
All that he’s become

Are you pleased with what you’ve done?
You’ve saved us both but who has won?
You’ve given in, you’ve given up
The fight I thought that you’d hold up

And I have said all I can say
And I don’t care what others think
I’ll always be what I am now
You’ll never change that
You never changed a damn thing
You just made things worse for yourself

Child, all alone
Holding on to the cord
Just let go

Don’t try to be a martyr
You’ll never be a mother
So save yourself
You’re all they need

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Mother/Martyr by St.Fallen is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.


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6 Responses to “Mother/Martyr”
  1. colorblind says:

    to be honest,i don’t really understand this poem…don’t know why…

  2. Shru says:

    True, in a way. And a bit harsh. But then I suppose the truth is. I like the duality; the conflict between the child’s guilt at the mother’s sacrifices and his anger at her trying to change him into what she thinks he ought to be. I guess it’s tough being a parent; they can never really win.

    Also like the pun here, although not sure what the hyphen is for:
    In the light of your – sun
    All that you’ve become
    All that he’s become”

    Here’s some Philip Larkin, who you seem to think roughly along the same lines as (that is, unless I completely misunderstood your poem):
    They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

  3. St.Fallen says:

    this is a lyric, so the hyphen is just a delay
    “Child, all alone” refers to the mother
    who thinks she’s “saving” herself and her child by making them acceptable to “them”
    “They” would be the other people…
    If she does succeed, the only one who wins, is them
    she fucks things up for herself because her son hates her, the only people who really win from it are the others…
    She’s more important to them than to her child
    i.e. she’d be of more use to them
    it’s just about how she should stop trying to SAVE her children
    and that she can’t be a martyr and a mother
    she thinks she needs to correct the faults she had when she was young in her children…
    well this is just one way to look at it…
    but yeah

    Just think of it as a Mother’s Day post 😛

  4. Munchi says:


  5. Nefarious says:

    Well i think its a lil too harsh for mothers day! I guess we ve all come
    across cases like this. .
    But we ll never know what its like til we are parents ourselves.

  6. Ahamed Nizar says:

    hmmm good stuff.

    i guess it is time to change the tables.

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