Love, life, and everything in between.

Mother.

I love you and sometimes I don't.
We can't ever seem to find any common ground these days.
Sometimes, I hate that I came from your womb.
You are supposed to be many things to me but you leave me empty and numb.
You are supposed to love me, talk to me, cherish me, and nurture me.
Yet, I am met with your harsh words, judgement, yelling, and critiques.
I don't feel like you've ever truly loved me.
I don't feel like you've ever been proud of me.
You find ways to make my moments your own.
My broken home is you.
The walls that were put up to protect me have caved in on me and crushed my very soul.
Is it too much to ask to be loved by your parents?
Is it too much to ask to be genuinely cared for?
All I ever wanted was one real and true relationship with my parents.
And I've been met with empty promises and fake continuous "I love you's".
Remember, I didn't ask to be brought into this world.