Dear Mom,
The simple way to say this is, I'm fucked up.
I'm sorry I never told you I thought you wouldn't really care or you would over react.
I'm not your innocent little girl anymore. I'm sorry.
The reason I'm so clingy is because I want you to know how much I'm hurting.
Sure I might tell you about the bulling and the threats towards me, but thats all.
Sure I told you about the kids on the bus tell me to kill myself but, I can't tell you this.
It's to hard to explain, and I doubt that you know what I'm going through.
I'm sorry I'm not your baby anymore. I need room to grow. I still want you there for me, but please, please understand why I might act so cold to you.
Some day you will see what's under my mask. But I don't expect you to see it right away.
My mask has fallen off already. But I doubt you noticed.
Sincerely
Your daughter
YOU ARE READING
dear anxiety.
Poetryall about anxiety, and darkness. I'm sorry if you don't like it. Some swearing Maybe sexual content....idk yet...
