Her poems make me hurt even more,

Especially because I realize how unbelievably true they are.

I'm fighting back tears right now because the one that causes me pains is in the other room.

It hurts to keep fighting it all the time.

I fight it just so I can show her that I am stronger than her words and her actions.

I hate fighting a battle I know I will never win.

I hate that I try so hard not to ***** up, but she always, always, finds something that I missed.

I hate that I'm the only one that puts forth the effort.

I miss you.

I miss us.

I'm so angry, so undoubtedly angry because you don't care.

You only pay attention to me when it's convenient for you.

I'm just an accessory.

You don't treat me like I'm yours.

You call me your princess but I feel like Cinderella before she met her Prince.

You've taken so much from me,

and every time I try earning something of my own it's never good enough.

I'm never good enough for you.

I'm not smart enough for you.

I'm not perfect enough for you.

I'm just me.

I wish you could only see that.

I fill my world and my thoughts with hopes and dreams.

Every time I try to share them with you, you always shoot them down.

You expect me to live right next door to you forever.

So that I can be there for you whenever you need me.

But I'm not going to.

I plan on moving far away.

I plan on leaving here when the time is right.

And you're the one who did this.

You're the one who made this happen.

You're the one who never cared.

You're the one who pushed me away.

I love you mommy.

I just wish you could have realized that.

But I'm afraid that it might be too late for you to try and fix things.

I'm far too damaged,

but you're too blind to see it.