Mum's depressed again...and she seems to have swapped roles with me...she is acting like a stroppy teenager. She argues numb points She takes everything out on me She obsesses over small things She bottles up the big things She makes me feel guilty She drags me to her level She keeps secrets from me She says its my fault when i dont know what she's feeling She makes my life hell But somehow she manages to keep my life together And somehow i still love her And that hurts the most...