I'm sick of it.
I'm so sick of it.
Mom, I know I'm fat.
You don't have to remind me.
Every day you go "Don't do this! Don't do that! Don't eat that! Try harder to be pretty!"
But I listen to what you say, and it breaks me every time.
Let me be me,
Not some whore who dresses pretty.
And I know I'm ugly.
I know my hair isn't perfect.
I know I have horrible scars,
But I have scars that go all the way to my heart,
And you slice them every time.
The scars of anger,
The scars of my sadness you inflict upon me,
And the scars of pressure.
Every single day.
Every single fucking day.
I'm scared of my mom.
All of those "You're the best mom ever!" cards were forced on me to give them to you.
I still remember every time you hit me,
When you punched me,
Insulted me,
Forced me.

Mom, you think we kids forget,
But I remember.

~~~~~A/N~~~~~
This was intended to be a poem, but it turned out to be this. To all the people who have parents like this, Keep holding on.