The Cracks Between My Mother and Her Lies

I.
My mothers sobs echo from the kitchen
Into the room where I watch my brother
My mother is a person I don't know
I never knew and will never know

II.
I stood  in the shower lingering
Rain pouring down on me
All I could bother to think
Is that I was sick of my mother's lies

III.
I give all I can give
My mother wants to die
She wants change so bad
Is my leaving not enough?

IV.
Its quiet in the kitchen
And a thought echoes quiet
Does my mother lie
To make herself feel better?

V.
I don't like the lies still
The silence is echoing within
Pain is in our very blood
Is hopeless all we can be?