Mar 2016
I am reading the title of this,
And I am crying.
It'd be so nice, for my mother
To look at me
And think of how amazing
I am to be.
But instead, she looks at me
Like this.
And I am crying.
It'd be so nice, for my mother
To look at me
And think of how amazing
I am to be.
But instead, she looks at me
Like this.
