A/n: Wrote this when extremely pissed at my mom. I can't tell you how to pretend spacing, so I won't even try. If you'd like to see it with the original spacing, email me and I'll send you the right copy. Enjoy anyway

Hate

I hate you, you know

Oh did you? Goodie

You may think I’m rebellious

But I’m not

You’re too strict

You know nothin about me

Except what a mother needs to

Birth date

Age

Illnesses

The like

My hobbies

Friends

Favorites

You know nothing

You don’t care

Working is like a lie

You say you do it

And yet you take my own earnings

From my heard work

That isn’t fair

Now is it?

You hate my style

My music

Clothes

Habits

Friends

How could you?

You make me sick

Feeling like I am

The parent and you

Are the child

That’s not how it goes

I am the child here

I can’t express myself

I can’t be who I want

I feel more like a puppet

Living how you want me

Damn you to hell

At night, I have the chance

To run away from you

I know people who’ll take me in

If I leave

People who love me

For my personality

Who I am

You may not trust them

But I do trust them

They’ll protect me

Whereas you cannot

I take care of myself

Even when I’m sick and

Weak

I bleed,

You turn away

I cry

You leave

I scream

You hear nothing

I curse

You laugh

You are not fit to

Be my mother

I will leave

Sooner than you think

Just wait

One day I’ll be great

And you’ll need my help

Know what I’ll do?

Not help, surely

Since you could not help me!

Want to know?

I’ll laugh in your face