In this world... There is one person I hate more than anyone else. That person is My mother. I hate her because She blows up over STUPID, INSIGNIFICANT, things. And nothing I do will ever be good enough for her. If anything goes wrong it's always my fault. And whatever I say I am automatically lying. She tries to tell me who I am. Well, the thing she doesn;t realize is... No one can tell me who I am. Only I can say who I am. She thinks...that just because she says something, that makes it true. She thinks that just because she says I'm not something...that makes it true. She's dead wrong. And even though I hate her... I do not wish she would die. I could never wish that on my own mother. I don't know if I could wish that upon...anyone. However. I can not wait for the day when I can walk out of the door. Walk out of her life. And never see her again. Never have to talk to her again.
And even though I hate her more than anyone... I love her. She's my mother. And even though I hate her... There's always the part that loves her.
...It hurts. I just keep getting back up so I can fall. I love her again just so she can tear it down. How many times can I stand up before the fall hurts too much? How many times can I love her... Before it just becomes too much? How much longer can I last?
CHESHIRExCOLORED ANARCHY · Fri Jul 10, 2009 @ 07:43pm · 0 Comments |