I never knew the meaning

Of that overused word,

Though it was just the beginning

Or so I thought

Or so I heard.

Bipolar she is.

She is bipolar.

She is cold

And cruel

And cranky.

Or maybe she just don't like me.

"Hello, young maid. No- don't speak till I'm done. You will run when I call, dress me for the ball, clean the halls, wipe the walls, arrange the stalls, follow me to the mall. Just do what I say and I will fatten your pay. You should be scared. For you must fear me as you'd fear him. Take care of my little Tim. Timothy is fragile but have an active mind. Forget him for now, you will prepare my bath or face my wrath. Do my nails and my hair and my makeup and don't forget that at dawn, me you must wake. You are quite ugly but I don't mind. You will wear this dress at all times. You are skinny but you will work. You are skinny , but YOU will WORK."

I wrote what she said

In my head

A mental note I made

That will never fade

After all she's the Master's wife

For my mom

This pain I'll suffice