I wrote this one about a year ago. Never bothered to show her.
I never feel the love you 'give' me.
I feel trapped like there's no escape.
I feel starved of love and attention.
You don't need to tell me that Im not your favorite child because I can tell, that you love me the least.
Dear mother.
I am lost in a maze of fear and anxiety because you tell me to be normal, or to stop being myself.
You! You are a witch in my eyes.
My conseller says I can have panic attacks, that you will give me my space instead of pressuring me into going to school and telling me bad things about myself without using words. So mom, why do you treat me like garbage. If you want, you can just throw me out.
So there. My feelings on paper.
Love- your eldest daughter
