Dollhouse

Dear Mom,

{A/N: If yer didn't notice dis already...This is just a letter that the girl in the previous story wrote to her mom.}

Dear Mom,

Why can't I just live? Why do you push me down and force me to do what you want me to do? I only have one life, so I should choose to spend it how I want. Don't control me. Ever read the Declaration of Independence? "...with certain unalienable rights, that among these rights are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness". How come I am not granted "the pursuit of happiness"? I'm sorry for just being me, just being myself, for being who I am. Just let me live my life.

Stop hurting me everyday and then pretending to be perfect. Stop making me hide and crawl underneath my covers of protection, which you then proceed to strip away. At least I told you. At least I tell you some of my failures. But you don't seem to care that I'm actually being honest for once.

Better late than never, right? No. Obviously not, especially when it comes to YOU. I'm tired of being like this, hiding my true self, and crying and crawling back and groveling under your feet. And I understand how you do things sometimes to try and help, but actually, you are just making everything worse.

Sometimes, I really love you, I really do, but maybe it's just me, me being the teenager that I am, that really hates you sometimes, and despises your every action.

I've thought about that some more, and realized that no one enjoys being oppressed and belittled and put down every single day of his/her life. Moreover, you only seem to enjoy me bowing down to you, and not expressing my true feelings, not expressing my individuality.

Why do you do this? Is it maternal protection on the outside, but pure malice on the inside? Do you truly love me? Because if so, I can't feel your love. At all. Where is it? Did it disappear once you found out that Dad was with someone else? Did it evaporate into the air once my brother started smoking? And when I started failing school, you blamed it on me, and only me. Not on yourself, not on the family. One day, I just had to let everything out, and you disagreed, downright DENYING everything that I had said.

Give me a break. I can't take this anymore.