Moms

Why are mothers always so angry? Like I’m sorry that you gave birth to me, I didn’t ask to be alive anyway. You made the mistake of getting with a shitty man and now I’m the product of that. I’m sorry that I’m the trophy of your shame. If I could choose another existence, I would. I know I don’t deserve anything, you’ve told me enough. I just wish you’d see that I have tried. I know I barely do anything anymore and I got into bad things but it’s just the only way I’m still alive. Or maybe you don’t want me alive. Maybe that’s why you take away the things I love. You don’t want there to be any reason for me to keep breathing.