You were my own mother.

I stand there looking at my feet.

As you tell me, I don't deserve to cry.

You call me a monster.

Because what kind of daughter could be

Crazy enough to act this way

Certainly not mine.

Our relationship was toxic.

But you gave me life.

And a roof over my head

You called me a cruel daughter.

I can't stop myself from arguing every chance I get.

You call me manipulative when I say hurtful things when I get mad.

I am so used to apologizing to you.

You stopped believing me when I did.

When I was 12, you saw healed scars on my thighs.

You made me think that no one would ever love me.

Because what kind of man would love a girl with cuts on her body?

Nothing you said made sense.

I could never win when I talked to you.

Because you were my mother and were “always right.”

The worst part was I believed you.

-Kat. J. K.