Better Untold //Conversation//

dooz

Stop. Don't touch me. I hate it.

I'm your mother.

So? I hate when everyone touches me. My friends, my sister. You most of all.

Well, that's rude.

It's a preference. And like I said, it's not even just against you. You just don't realize that because you take everything as a personal insult, because of course this world is completely again you.

I don't.

Yes, you do. You look at the world with that stupid face and then turn back around to yell at us. And when you're done yelling, you lower your voice and hold our shoulders and it's just so fake.

What are you even saying?

I mean you don't love us. You act like it. You don't know how to be a mother. You just want to be ours because it's what you're supposed to be. I wish you would give it up.

Of course I love you, I'm -

My mother? My mother my mother my mother? You don't even listen to what I'm saying.

Kaylynn.

Don't touch me.

Go clean the dishes.