Life

I treat everyday like i have to
No time to sit and mope,
or it will leave me.

I go on...
Without a mother or an apology
This is how it will be.

And in time I will adjust
A long time coming,
But always known.

No time to act surprised
I wear my black fleece
Tackling the days.

In time I will be happy
No more heavy heart
or bottled up tears.

Her hate won't phase me
And I'll no longer want her sincerity
No need for closure.

I will smile without it
As i should
Or it will go on without me.