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I wrote a poem on how I feel about my mom. Im not sure im gonna confront her but like I felt like I needed to talk to someone about my feelings (I can’t cry alone forever I guess :\
          
          
          I hate that you can’t see the stupid things you do
          I hate that you don’t get how they make me feel
          I hate the way you make me  Feel different and unwelcome
          Always speaking to me with subtle type of venom
          I hate I can’t be different 
          And im compared to others kids 
          I know you are my mother and I can’t bring myself to hate
          But please take off this weight 
          Take off the weight of comparison 
          And take off the weights of showing restraint 
          Im only in the middle let me be forgotten 
          So I don’t have to be called rotten
          You need to know im quite complex
          Im not as easy and simple as the rest 
          I don’t want to feel small or controlled 
          But I also don’t want to be out of control 
          A little freedom is all I wish 
          Don’t crush me with a squish
          I don’t think I’ll run out of tears to cry 
          But why must they leave my eye
          But you don’t seem to understand 
          I don’t always follow your command
          I know it might be wrong
          But my attention is not very strong 
          Please I wish you not cry
          Im not saying I want to go awry
          Just let live a little and let me be a teen
          Im not perfect and but let me be seen
          I don’t expect change just let me be heard 
          I don’t harbour hate nor am I scared
          I want you to understand I can’t fit your mold
          But I have other sisters you can shape and fold 
          Don’t worry I’ll still be good 
          But some things I’ll do different than you would 
          I write this poem as some for of shield
          Things to think but to say I yield
          You understand im sure you do
          You are my mother but I can’t talk to you
          I can’t express my feelings now
          Maybe one day when my fears allow.

You're just reading my book and it's possible when I write stuff down but I have changed my way of writing now

The book has been made it’s called ‘life update’