You have always been my second mother Like the second coming of Christ. Always with a burning passion, controlling what I do. I had not realized what you truly were to me- Until quite recently
It was not the admirer I had looked up to for 20 something years. You were my greatest downfall I had ever stumbled upon.
With those baby blues and perfect blonde hair- You were everything they wanted and I was the one to spare.
In passing, I realized I was not the child you foresaw me to be Yet, the undying rebel lived so graciously inside of me.
You grew stricter with age and embellished the love you gave away.
I had not noticed your prudent ways until I saw you calm- Cold and ungrateful for what I had become.
You never wanted me. I was always a living fantasy
A child you conjured up in your head. I hadn't peaked your breed of the living dead.
It was never enough for you- Always put off by who I aspired to be.
It's okay- I've been found guilty of everything you never wanted me to be.
You don't have to like one another to love one another.
And I don't love you like the womb that bore me into this world.
I am just as good as you, yet you're the symbolic definition of perfection.
I'll never live up to your unrealistic expectations. I was a fool to think you'd ever want me for who I'm truly to be. In my dying days- You are not welcome