To You, Mom

Troubles are weighing on your shoulders,
Giving your eyes a shade darker,
And I wonder is the reason me?
You fill in a part-time job at night,
Just to buy things your three daughters might
Yearn for like jewelleries and shoes,
I don't know how you acquire extra boost,
To stay up all night and still have the energy,
To cook us lunch and dinner that are tasty,
You would remind me to be good,
To study hard and don't slack as a fool would,
And I would be loaded with guilt,
But your old kind eyes look into me,
Putting in so much faith and hope and belief,
And I couldn't stand to watch them all toppling down,
Just because I'm weaker than you think,
If we have a misunderstanding,
My emotions would start shaking,
As I'm so young and immature,
Not knowing how or why things flip over,
Maybe I might scream in anger,
Or I left you hurrily in a the lurch, in a hurt,
By then it will be too late,
To realize the cruel things I'd said,
And your silence would pierce into my heart,
But your heart would probably bleed more,
So everyday I tried to grow,
I tried to be fair to you.