I hate

I hate what you have become.
I hate what you are.
I hate the words that come out of your mouth.
I even hate your new car.
I hate the fact that you will not change.
I hate it that you don't care.
I hate that your my mom.
I hate the fact that you're there.
But most of all I hate the fact that I don't hate you at all. Just what you've become. So maybe if you read this. You will realize. That I am your daughter. There are no need for the lies. I just want the old you back.
The one I could talk to forever and share a laugh.
But she is no more. I can't change that no matter how much I want to.
I guess I can't stand you. But I'm still among you.