sat 22nd feb. ;3

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mother is at the end of her tether

the weather gets warmer unlike her temper

she has forgotten what it is to be a girl

when she tells me i do nothing

i think of whether she is right

she asks me if i'm still mad after every single fight

i felt numb after one and one hundred

being mad is overwhelming you know, 

id rather still be  belittled and berated

she says she sick i feel bad for being created

i try looking sympathetic, i should feel it i know

its hard to be kind to the mother that you hate so...

i tell you im not mad

telling you i am makes me the plants and you the blight

feasting on my weakness

after i say you were wrathful, cruel at night

you hate yourself at my behest

i apologies, if you weren't my mother you could rest