Why was I born? 
If my mother doesn’t love me, 
Why am I here?  
If I’m not accepted just the way I am, 
What’s so wrong about me that needs to be changed? 
Why do I have to wear a mask, 
When all I crave is to be seen?

Am I a curse on her? 
I never asked to come into this world, yet here I am— 
Every day feels like a thousand needles piercing my skin, 
Every minute drags me deeper into boiling water, 
Where I fight to breathe but only drown in despair.

Should I die? 
I tried once but couldn't find the courage; 
Should I run? 
I’ve tried that too, but my feet are shackled by fear; 
Should I hide? 
But even shadows can’t conceal the weight of my existence.

I hold back tears when the world looks down on me, 
I wear a brave face yet feel so fragile inside. 
I feel so small in this vast universe, yet somehow stand tall, 
Caught in a whirlwind of emotions—so tender yet so raw. 
I’m an open wound trying to heal in a world that demands armor.

Am I a robot? 
No! I feel pain like a storm raging within. 
I feel hate that burns like fire, and love that aches like a distant memory.  
I feel…  
I feel everything.

Is she really my mother?  
Please say no. 
Every attempt to please her feels like tossing gasoline onto flames—  
No matter how hard I try, it’s never enough.  
I’ve held onto resentment for so long it has turned into chains, 
Binding me to a past that haunts me still.

They would never realize how deeply I loved them—  
How fiercely I fought against the walls I've built to protect my heart.  
She doesn’t know me; she can’t know me.  
She doesn’t even care to see the real me.

All she does is try to mold me into someone else,  
But I'm unchangeable—an unyielding spirit trapped in flesh.  
I don’t want to change; what I need is a family—  
One that embraces my flaws along with my strengths,  
That seeks to build a better version of me without erasing who I am at my core.

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-gifttaylor