Hey, mama.
How would you feel if you knew how I felt about you?
I am not crazy about you.
I don’t want to grow up to be you.

You’re not the greatest mother.
You think you are.
You don’t care about me.
You don’t show respect,
And you feel that the best way to treat my pain is to ignore it.
Now and then you remember I exist, but only to cause me more pain.
Mama, I am as much of a woman as you are.
Show respect for my feelings.
Try to understand what I am going through.
When you were my age you had a home of your own.
You were a wife and a mother of two, with a career and everything.
Look at me.
I don’t even have half of what you did at my age.
I am lost in between, in the grey areas.
I know you want me to be happy, but only if I abide by your plans.
You want me to fit the image you have of me.
That will never happen, because I am not you.
I am meeeeeee.
I sit and listen to you as you rant about father and life,
But you never listen to me.
You either interrupt me or don’t listen at all.
Please try to be my friend.
Don’t be afraid to show your love.