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Dear mother,

You spit on me and I smile back

I smile like we are perfect

I can’t do it anymore

I can’t smile like you haven’t hurt me

You have

You made me, shouldn’t you love me? Shouldn’t you care?

All I ever wanted was for you to be proud

Proud of whom I have become

I know that’ll never happen

You see the devil himself in me

The devil that you at one time loved

But your love has turned to hate

A hate, so strong that it destroys us

No wait that’s me

 I did nothing but try

You did nothing but push me away

I kept pushing back

We kept pushing the issues under the rug

Pretending like everything was fine

Then words of fire would be said

Beginning another argument

And the rug would unearth issues from years ago

Eventually I’d give in and apologize

I’d push everything back underneath the rug

Hoping it would solve us

And for a few weeks we'd act civil

We’d love each other

We'd pretend everything is alright

But this rug can only hold so much

It is exploding as we are imploding

The seams are bursting

I’m too tired to fix it again

It’s your turn

Deep down I know you won’t

It is too much of a bother for you to try

Don’t worry- I’ll leave you to your lonely life.

Ill always love you, but I can’t make you love me. 

Sincerely,

Your broken hearted daughter in distress