There are moments in life when the heart feels too heavy for words, and one of the deepest pains is the feeling of being ignored by the person who should love you most—your mother. A mother’s love is supposed to be warm, protective, and unconditional. Yet sometimes, the reality feels so far from this. When I look at her, I want her to notice me, to see my struggles, to comfort me when I’m weak. But instead, I find myself invisible, left alone with emotions that keep piling up.
Every day, I try to be strong, but the silence cuts deeper than any harsh word could. It is not the lack of food or shelter that hurts—it’s the lack of care, the absence of gentle words, the missing embrace that every child longs for. I keep wondering what I did wrong to deserve this distance. The anger rises inside me, not because I hate her, but because I love her too much and I feel abandoned by that love.
Sometimes, I shout in my mind, “Please, just look at me! Notice me!” But the more I try, the more it seems she turns away. That pain transforms into anger—anger at her, anger at myself, anger at the world for making me feel so small. Still, beneath all that anger is a broken heart that only wants healing.
I wish she could understand that even the smallest gesture—a smile, a touch, a word of encouragement—could change everything. I don’t want to stay angry. I just want her care, her love, her presence. Until then, I carry both the sadness and the anger, hoping one day she will see the child who has been waiting all along.
