Puzzles: tide puzzle

So all’s well, I pick myself up, as I’m brushing myself off-
Mum gets a phone call from a “friend “
The freaks try get at me thru my mother
So OBVIOUS, attempt to turn the tide

Yet another wave
Upon which I wonder, why would mum believe a liar, over me whose fought all day long for her not to lose her own independence?

My mother with her maxim: don’t say anything bad about any of her kids, except, don’t say anything good about me

Am I not her child

People, why does but one word from jealous hate, change the course of public shape?

I guess tonight I have to try find respect for humanity again…somewhere in this kind of gotham

Tides clashing, at war

Never do my thoughts tire of turning to your face, g

And yet I don’t know what it would be like, to touch your face, domme morrigan