• You had me.
    I didn't decide to come, you acted you kept me.
    I don't know what i've done to deserve this.
    I try to be the best.
    But it never seems to be enough.
    You used to be my favourite.
    Now, i don't know.
    You treat me like a person you've never met.
    Like an enemy.
    I treated you like a queen.
    Like royalty.
    Everything i say or do isn't enough.
    One word ruins.
    Like one finger triggers a gun.
    Loveing you was like second nature.
    Now.
    It's a foreign language.
    Hateing you wasn't an option.
    Now.
    It's all i think about.
    If you think i like this.
    Your wrong.
    But i can't help.
    I used to be strong.
    You've been in my life for far too long.
    I'm your only daughter.
    I should be your princess.
    But i can tell you have stopped loveing me, less...and less.
    You say you hate kids.
    Well i hate my mom.
    I don't want to say it.
    But i can't fake it.
    I hate you everything.
    I can't bear to look at you.
    I am NOTHING like you.
    Appearance i don't care.
    Personality...Never.
    You were my mother my favourite.
    But from now on..
    Your nothing to me.
    I don't expect things to get better after this.
    But i'm not looking for that.
    This is my directions to get out.
    Out of pain.
    Out of my life.
    Out of your deadly grasp.
    Out...Out.
    Liveing.
    With you..
    is like liveing
    with your worst fear,
    the worst nightmare,
    the biggest villian.
    Seeing you.
    Is like haveing venom.
    Injected into my veins.
    The hatred.
    The sadness.
    The depression.
    All at once.
    Talking with you.
    Is like looking into your own killers eyes.
    Scared, confused, and furious.
    Haveing to do all three.
    Is like approaching the rope.
    Rope of your doom.
    Rope of the end.
    End of what.
    End of me.
    Of you.
    Everything i know.
    Asking why.
    Why i hate you?
    Why this poem?
    Why this much?
    Why now?
    Why you?
    Because.
    You.
    are you.
    Me.
    No I.
    Can't take you.
    It's time.
    Time for me to have time to not hate.
    Move along.
    Get over it.
    You can't figure it out.
    Read it again.
    Still don't get it.
    Read it again.
    Still.. don't get it.
    Give up.
    You never will.
    Never be were i am.
    The place.
    The time.
    How much time i have to take to not.
    Hurt.
    You.
    Is way to high.
    Way too frequent.
    Too much.
    You.
    Sometimes i think.
    "It's not her fault. Maybe i did something."
    No.
    I'm done blaming myself.
    It's your turn.