Not-do-dear Mom,
Do you want to know the truth?
You may not like it
But then again,
You don't seem to like
Anything I say that
Doesn't agree with you.
But here it is anyway.
You piss me off
To no end.
What's your deal?
You hate sleepovers.
You hate when I talk to my friends
On the phone.
You have driving me
To my friends' houses.
In short,
You hate that I have,
Or at least,
Would like to have,
A life.
All you want is
The perfect student,
A good little girl who
Follows the rules.
But I'm past
Even trying to be that.
Because even my best -
Second in my class -
Isn't good enough. My straight A and A+s
Could ALL be A+s.
And you want all those A+s
To be hundreds.
You push me to my limit,
Almost to breaking point
With this school shit.
To you,
My whole life should be school.
Should be homework and tests.
But did you ever
Stop to think
That if I couldn't
Hang out with my friends,
And I could never make
One phone call,
I might not be here
To do homework
Or take a test,
Or even attend school.
No, you didn't.
You say I'm selfish,
But all YOU think of is yourself.
You work and stress over you work
Until you're miserable,
Which makes
Everyone else miserable.
But still
You prioritize you job
Over your family.
Anything that YOU
Don't want to do
Is not included,
Does not fit,
Into YOUR schedule.
You always turn the tables
On everyone
And never take
The blame
Yourself,
Always playing
The victim.
Oh, you've just got
SO much
To do
And SO much to
Take care of.
And SO many
Words
That you put
Into arguments
That have all
Eventually
Begun to sound
Like bullshit
To me.
You blow up
Every little
Frickin thing
To the point where
Maybe
I really should just
Give up.
But then,
Would it be just
Giving up
An argument?
Or giving up this life, too?
Not suicide,
Exactly.
But what about
Taking off?
It would be stupid,
But I'd have given up
Being smart
By then.
I'd have just enough
"Smart" left
So you wouldn't find me
Easily.
Or maybe cutting?
Would it take
Hurting myself
To make you see
The pain you already
Cause me?
Well?
Would it?
Think about it
And get back to me.
Love always (sarcasm implied),
A Pissed-Off Teenage Girl
