Please believe me.
Believe me mother.
I don't hate you.
I never hated you.
Nobody hates you.
Why won't you talk to me anymore?
Why do you roll your eyes when I speak?
Is it only because I live with father?
Because I hid the money you tried to take from us?
We're poor too.
It's not just you.
We have nothing.
We are living on tips.
You are living on us.
And I admit, sometimes, I resent you.
But sometimes, I resent father too.
I resent myself most.
Why don't you believe me when I say I love you?
How could you believe I didn't?
We've all been hurt in this family civil war.
Not just you.
Don't hate me mother.
I can't stand the thought.
Remembering the way you used to hold me.
And comfort me when I cried.
And raised me as I grew.
And I think of you know.
And how you roll your eyes when I speak.
Believe nothing I say.
Wish to not talk to me.
And I want to cry.
How could you?
How could you just brush me, us, aside like that?
Why do you think I am evil?
Yes, I sometimes am a little mean, but that is to be expected in these circumstances, isn't it?
You've been your fair share of mean.
Don't hate me.
Don't forget me.
I know this is my fault mommy.
I know my birth led to all this.
I know this.
I deserve for you to hate me.
Please keep loving me.
I still love you.
I never stopped.