Dear Mom,
You beg me, pry, ask me, drain me
"Tell me"
But I've tried.
When i do
You sigh
Angrily.
Roll your eyes
Sorry.
For trying
Trying to tell you
Each time you make fun of me
"Shut the fuck up you are not fat"
"What do you have to be insecure about"
"Depressed? You don't even know what that is"
"Anxiety? Where did that come from"
"You look so stupid with your hair up"
"Why do you always wear you hair down"
That it hurts
You don't mean it
But it does
Dear Mom,
Why must you make fun
Why can't you leave me be
You get mad
When I say I want to be alone
Because I'm sad.
Hurt.
Broken.
But you call me dramatic
Anxiety is the cousin depression brought to the party
I'm the party mom
But I don't want to be
"Go to real parties"
I try
I make plans
Because I know I should want to
But I don't
Because it's not that much fun having fun when I don't want to have fun
Mom I want you to listen
When I cry
When I sigh
"I hate my life"
No, it doesn't mean what you do isn't good enough
It means I'm tired
of Everything,
Just take note of these things
Listen when I try to open up
Maybe then you will understand
Because I don't
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A/N wtf was this it doesn't even rhyme
