DEAR MOTHER,
I'D LIKE TO START OFF WITH THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME LIFE, THANK YOU FOR RAISING ME, THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME, THANK YOU FOR ONLY WANTING WHAT'S BEST FOR ME. NEXT I'D LIKE TO APOLOGIZE. I APOLOGIZE FOR CONSTANTLY DISRESPECTING YOU, I APOLOGIZE FOR NEVER CALLING YOU, I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT YOU, I APOLOGIZE FOR LIVING MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU. I'VE BEGAN TO HOLD A BIT OF RESENTMENT TOWARDS YOU FOR CERTAIN ACTIONS YOU HAVE TAKEN AGAINST ME. ALL THE EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL DAMAGE/PAIN YOU'VE CAUSED ME HAS BEEN BUILDING UP AND THERE'S JUST CERTAIN THINGS I CANT FORGET NOR FORGIVE YOU FOR. YOU HAVE FLAWS, WE ALL DO. I DON'T BLAME YOU FOR THAT, BUT YOU CHOOSE TO HANDLE SITUATIONS DIFFERENTLY AND IN MY EYES THE WRONG WAY. YOU TELL ME TO SPEAK MY TRUTH AND ACT IN RIGHT ACTION, ALTHOUGH YOU ONLY WISH TO SEE THINGS THROUGH YOUR IDEA OF RIGHT ACTION. YOU PLAY THE VICTIM AND BLAME EVERYONE ELSE FOR YOUR PAIN, WHEN IN REALITY, IN EVERYONE ELSES EYES YOU'RE THE ABUSER, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAUSES THE PAIN. YOU INITIATE AND INSTIGATE ALL THESE ISSUES AND ONLY CHOOSE TO ACCEPT THE SOLUTION YOU SEE FIT. YOU'RE SO CLOSED MINDED TO ANYONE ELSES OPINION OR THOUGHT PROCESS THAN YOU'RE OWN. IVE BEEN PHYSICALLY BEAT SIMPLY FOR NOT MEETING YOU'RE UNDERSTANDING, NOT KNOWING THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY TO PLEASE YOUR MIND. I'VE BEEN LEAD TO CAUSE HARM TO MYSELF FOR BEING SO UNHAPPY, SO UPSET WITH MYSELF FOR NOT BEING THE DAUGHTER THAT YOU WANT ME TO BE. I'VE FINALLY COME TO A PLACE WHERE IM CONTENT IN MY LIFE. I'VE BEGAN TO GROW WITHIN MYSELF AND FINALLY BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE WITH WHO I AM BECOMING. BUT AS SOON AS YOU COME BACK INTO MY LIFE I BEGIN TO FALL RIGHT BACK INTO THE PLACE I WAS BEFORE, A PLACE THAT I WISH TO BE FAR FROM. THEREFORE I CHOOSE TO DISTANCE MYSELF FROM YOU, AND I HONESTLY HOPE WITH ALL OF MY HEART THAT WE CAN COME TO A PLACE WHERE WE CAN BE HAPPY AND HARMONIOUS TOGETHER. BUT UNTIL THAT TIME I WILL CONTINUE TO LIVE WITH MY FATHER AND DO WHAT I SEE IS BEST FOR ME AND I HOPE THAT YOU DO WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU.LOVE,
YOUR DAUGHTER.
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LETTERS TO A BETTER ME
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