I hate my mother and want to be nothing like her
These were words I first heard in my mother's voice
But now I hear her voice echoing through mine
As I say those same exact words
She has crafted me and made me hers in ways I never want to be
People used to say I looked like my mother but acted like my father
And now that can no longer be said
I share her love for books
Her adoration of the show Doctor Who
I gained her short temper
And how she likes to bake
I love Wawa donuts because of her
The way I'd do anything to be away from home
The sound of her voice as we yell at each other
Her morals are sewed into my being
But she loves the color orange and I hate it
She hates cooking and I love it
She's never been a big drinker whereas I am
She likes cigarettes and I prefer vapes
I am not my mother
I may look like her
And sound like her
And act like her
But I am not my mother
I say this to myself nearly every day
And I hear it echoed back to me from those around me
Yet every time I look in the mirror
I see my fucking mothers face where mine should be
