Why do you hate me I don't know what I did wrong even though you tell me all the time sorry I should listen better how is it that you were able to break free of the spell God cast on mothers the one that has them love their child more than themselves perhaps you're god yourself that would explain how you know that everything I do is evil especially since my actions and myself as a whole are completely perpendicular to you you must be God that would explain how you are able to constantly reasure and identify me as the "spawn of satan" you made me hate myself you begged me to **** myself people comment on my "talents" often they have such faith in me which is sad because why should a stranger love my future and appreciate what I've become more than the creator herself why do you hate me and what did I do wrong I may be The Fallen Angel but what you left out of your bible is how badly I wanted to be up on the cloud with you to show you that if you gave me wings like the others you created that I too would fly again I'm writing my longest poem about you I admire you and I feel sorry for you more than any single person I know you are the worst mother in the world to me only I would have been better off mentally had you just abandoned me instead of staying around to beat me like a dead horse but also I am better off with you    having you in my life has made me the best   you have made me so strong you constantly remind me what love is by the sparkle in your beautiful eyes when you talk to my brother that's when I remember what a kind lady you are and how strong you are     And lastly, I am better off with YOU, Donna, as my mother  because you showed me what love is not.