I'm not like her.

I never want to be like her,

And treat people

the way she does.

And act

the way she does,

and 'love'

the way she does.

She just can't be her,

I hate her.

It's not her.

It can't be.

I'm not like her.

I never want to drink bottles

Of alcohol to block it all out.

I never want to cry,

like she does.

I never want to yell,

like she does.

I never want to grab hold

of my daughter's arm

and dig my nails into her skin,

telling her to be quiet,

..like she does.

How vicious,

how malign, how terminal her words are.

They sink into my cerebellum,
ring the dinner bell for them.

She just can't be her,

I hate her.

It's not her.

It can't be.

I'm not like her.

I never want to be ignorant, like her.

I never want to be hated, like her.

I never want to be fake, like her.

She just can't be her,

I hate her.

It's not her.

It can't be.

I'm not like my mother.