How I let my mother mess with my

Why is that every time after you’ve talked with me

The extreme depression I am in

The feeling of being hopelessly useless

That I am such a disappointing

I don’t deserve to be your daughter

Yes you are a tremendous woman

You made great contributions

Yes you had hard days

You made it through

Yes you have connections

You made many friends

But that doesn’t mean I must like you

I have to follow you

All your worries

All the suggestions

Non stopping whining

You make me sounds like a fool

Looks like a piece of shiiiit

Someone who don’t know what to do with her life

Someone who is greedy, useless and ungrateful

In fact

What shall I do

Shall I thank you all the time

For bring me to this world

You alley with my friend

You give approvals to who shall I hang out with

I don’t need your admission to exist and stay in this fucking world

You are not here to save me

Why give me this life if you don’t seem to appreciate it

I’m tired of shouting out to make you see me

I don’t have to behave the way to meet you every expectations

I gave up long time ago

It’s your choice not to see me

You are free to be whoever you like

Or make any rules you like

I won’t make you my queen

I am not going to please you

I don’t want to be you

Not at all

Now get out of my life

Get out of my brain