Disclamer: I do not own x-men, wish i did but i unfortunately don't.
You were never one to call be called "mom"
Every time I think of you I want to scream
The rage fills me, pushes me til I plummet into hatred
So I push back
Then watch you fall
Over the cliff…
I watch you shatter, I watch you break
The rage escapes
But then I see him
The only thing good you gave me
Kurt
Hurt fills his demon-like eyes
Only then it occurs that maybe
Maybe…
We are more alike than I knew
That hurts more than anything
Kurt I'm sorry
But "mom" I still hate you
I hate you more than ever
But now I hate me too