How long, dear mother, have you
Hated me?
How long, dear mother, have you
Known that your daughter is not who You thought?
How long, dear mother, have you
Been pretending?
How long have you smiled at me and looked at me knowing this?
Knowing everything?
Knowing that your "daughter" is not a daughter?
HOW LONG HAVE YOU HATED ME, DEAR MOTHER.
HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN A DISGRACE TO YOU?
HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN A DISTURBED TEEN FULL OF HATE?
HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU CARED ABOUT ME?
MOTHER, PLEASE
I BEG YOU.
I LOVE YOU.
Why can't you love me?
Why can't you support me?
Why can't you understand?
Why can't you just try to talk to me?
Why can't you care enough to ask?
Is this really how you feel about me?
You don't even care enough about me to ask me if I'm okay?
You apparently aren't worried about me or you would have just tried to help me or tried to understand.
Have you even considered that I didn't tell you because I knew you weren't ready?
That I knew you would hate me?
Be ashamed of me?
Think me a disgrace?
How long, dear mother, have you
Hated me?
~S~
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PoesíaA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
