I don't think you knew what I went through
Not just with you
Or others
But at my home
A mother that called me fat
Pressured me to be just like her
But better
Not too much better though
Because then her child would surpass her
And that couldn't happen
She put me down
She hurt me
While you did as well
You may say I'm overreacting
"Your mother only wants whats best for you."
Maybe your mother wanted the best for you
But that doesn't mean mine wanted the same
You don't need to understand
You never could anyway
YOU ARE READING
Is This Right?
Short StoryA compilation of stories, poems, ect. I probably won't update regularly, so fair warning. Also from edgy 12 year old so tread carefully. If I see and mistakes I'll fix them but that's the most I'm doing g with this story.
