random shit and thoughts

Mother

How dare you.

How dare I call you my mother.

I cant walk with you into a supermarket without making you mad.

You yell at me in public,

Push me into the cart.

Everyone's eyes on us.

It's obvious,

Something pissed you off before and now you lay it on me.

Like I don't have enough shit to deal with.

Wether it's I forget my rubber bands to put on my braces,

I don't bring money,

I don't wear a jacket,

I pick a food you don't like,

I do bad in my grades,

I'm on my phone to much,

I'm wearing clothing you don't like,

I'm standing weird, or talking weird so therefor you don't want me to look bad.

Something,

There is always something.

Something to make us both bitches to each-other.

I cant even imagine a little 3 girl like me running to you and hugging you.

Did you change?

Is it something I did?

Whatever it is,

I don't want this tension between us.

I want it to stop.

Please.