I don't love you Mom.
It's the past that you're trying to relive.You know it ain't working.
Don't make up for lost time.
You're only making things worse.
You say you know me, but it ain't true.
You don't know me at all.
If you had, you would know that I don't like you.
Don't like you at all.
You would have known that almost every word you say,
Hurt me bad.
I have bruises because of you.
bruises
It ain't my fault you desided to change my life.
It ain't my fault you never cared at the beginning.
You started it all.
Live with your faults.
Your "faults".
I know you look at me like one big mistake.
Do you really want me here?
I don't think so.
You don't give a shit.
You just pretend to care.
You changed everything, Mom.
Don't pretend you don't know.
If you don't want to leave this family,
Why did you?
You can't come back.
You're place here doesn't excist.
And you know it.
You know it.
So start living with your choise,
And respect the choise you took.
Get used to the fact that I don't live with you,
And that was my choise.
I don't love you Mom.
Poetry by kittipuusen
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Written on 2006-12-10 at 01:44
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