The Woman in my "home",
You have seen me
Cry
But I know you don't know the reason
Or care
You
say
you love me.
Do wanna know why that is
obviously a
lie?
You probably
don't care
still,
but I'll tell you anyway.
These are the things I wished I could say if I wasn't so
mother
fucking
afraid:
Let me
mock you for second,
think about what
you say.
What if the person who was
supposed
to love you
said this to you
"I'm counting down the days you're 18 and
out of the house"
"Everything
you say and do is
stupid"
"Do you
even
have two brain cells rubbed together?"
"Fuck you"
"Get out of
my
sight"
"Can't wait
till you're
no longer my responsibility"
"Don't
come back
to my house"
Yeah, mom, I remember these things. I know I have a forgetful memory,
but I will not just cast these
repeated words like
you've only said it once when
you were angry.
You are
always
fucking
angry at me.
Every single crappy thing I do,
you yell.
Yelling is
so going to
help
me mature
I do still remember
that thing you
signed
when you adopted me
about how you were
supposed
to love me
and care for me
and teach me
and be a family
You see how well that turned out.
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