Dear Mother,
I am who, I am. I am not changing for you. Mother, my poems, my pain, and my happiness make me who I am. I pray the devil has mercy on your soul because I will not. I pray that if I die today, I won't miss you. I pray that you will never hurt me again because I won't let it happen again. I know it won't happen again because I have freed myself from your evil. I hope to God even though heaven seems so far away, that your boyfriend leaves you. He would be doing himself a favor.
I hope to never turn the other cheek because I am not weak like you. I am growing older, wiser, stronger and more rebellious and it bugs you everyday. I am glad it does. Well Mother, here are my last words to you may God forgive your sins because the devil and I will not.
From: Heather
