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In this world...
There is one person I hate more than anyone else.
That person is
My mother.
I hate her because
She blows up over STUPID, INSIGNIFICANT, things.
And nothing I do will ever be good enough for her.
If anything goes wrong it's always my fault.
And whatever I say I am automatically lying.
She tries to tell me who I am.
Well, the thing she doesn;t realize is...
No one can tell me who I am.
Only I can say who I am.
She thinks...that just because she says something, that makes it true.
She thinks that just because she says I'm not something...that makes it true.
She's dead wrong.
And even though I hate her...
I do not wish she would die.
I could never wish that on my own mother.
I don't know if I could wish that upon...anyone.
However.
I can not wait for the day when I can walk out of the door.
Walk out of her life.
And never see her again.
Never have to talk to her again.

And even though I hate her more than anyone...
I love her.
She's my mother.
And even though I hate her...
There's always the part that loves her.

...It hurts.
I just keep getting back up so I can fall.
I love her again just so she can tear it down.
How many times can I stand up before the fall hurts too much?
How many times can I love her...
Before it just becomes too much?
How much longer can I last?