I hate myself, I hate my life,
I hate to see my momma cry.
I hate to say that I’m not mommaz babygurl anymore.
I always think how there is nothing for me to live for.
My mom just doesn’t know,
how everytime we argue
my heart is falling in pieces until it is broke.
I wish I could change the way that I am.
I wish she could someday understand.
Everyday I would try to make my mom proud.
Everyday I would wish Momma would open arms,
instead of putting me down.
She believes nothing that comes out my mouth!
I wait on the day she realizes that I do sink her every word she says.
I wait on the day she realizes how hard my life is.
I wait on the day she realizes that I do love her,
and care for her every word.
But what I am really waiting for is love from her.
