I wonder if there will ever be a day that my mother doesn't tear me apart. Or if there will ever be a day where she stops treating me like I'm 12. Her favorite things to do are use the words lazy, selfish, heartless, ugly and ungrateful to describe me. Her other favorite thing to do is tell me she doesn't know why she bothers with me anymore.
How many more times can she break me? Yell at me that I'm never honest with her and then when I honestly tell her how she makes me feel, yell at me some more to tell me how I exaggerate and twist her words.
Sometimes I can't help but think about how I wasn't supposed to be here. How my mom was supposed to be too old to have kids. But here I am. Why? I wish I knew.
In the words of Sarah, I guess I'm still learning "the art of tunnel vision" and "cutting those feelings off at the knees".
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"You are beautiful no matter what they say / Words can't bring you down"
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