again, today, you yelled at me.
and every time i try and brush it off.
i try and act like what you say doesnt effect me.
that what you say doesnt matter.
but it will always matter, as much as i dont want it too.
because you raised me and i guess all ill ever do is try to be what you want.
you said that if i didnt get my **** together i would never do anything with my life
and that if i made mistakes that it would be unacceptable,
and that i would never recover from it.
its almost like you dont see the marks on my arm.
its like you are ignoring the pain you are giving me and you continue to yell.
you yell and act like im what you used to be.
and i hope to god thats not true because i want nothing to do with you.
you may be my mom but you will never be someone i trust, look up to, or like.
i hate to say this, but ive tried to put these feelings off so many times.
ive tried giving her 2nd, 6th, 20th more chances but she doesnt stop.
whenever i do something good, she barely says anything.
but when i mess up.... when i mess up... the yelling starts.
and the cuts get deeper.
but you dont notice, because all you do is keep yelling.