Dear Mother,

I'm sorry for everything.

I wish I wasn't gay,

so you could have grandchildren that looked like you.

I wish I could be sweet for once,

instead of crying myself to sleep every night and being surly in the morning.

I wish women weren't sluts

because I know you hate it when I get upset for you calling them such.

I wish I didn't cry

so you could get some sleep and not have to deal with me.

I wish I would do the dishes

instead of laying in bed and wishing for death.

I wish I was grateful for my birth

since I know it was hard on you and obviously wasted on me.

I wish I could do right by you

because I want to be perfect, too.