"Poetry"

Again

Dear Mom,

I shouldn't have told you.
I knew you wouldn't understand.
I knew you would hate me.
I should have never said anything.
I should have never wanted to off myself.
I should have never wanted you to care.
I should have just kept to myself.
Who needs happiness anyways?
Obviously not me.
I wasn't happy hiding it.
And I'm sure as hell not happy with you restricting it.

Mom do you even care about me?
You always say you do.
But never act it.
You won't let me cut my hair.
You won't let me wear clothes I feel remotely comfortable in.
You won't let me see someone to help..
Not without expecting them to 'fix' me.
This is almost as bad as if you dressed my brothers up in dresses and made them play dollies.
How is it any different?
Oh yeah, that's right.
You don't see me as a son.
You think I'm just some girl trying to be something she's not.

News flash mom.
I AM!!
You just refuse to see it.
Stop lying to yourself mother.
You're just making life miserable.
For everyone.

Signed,
Your son,
Skyler Rae Martin
P.s. I'm sorry I failed you