*to my mom, it's a sonnet that I had to write for...
You're always dramatic, but never really kind...

After all the pain you've put me through,
And all the sh1t you've dealt...

I have been a teenager.
I have been a baby, depending on others...

*hey-didn't want to put this in the slang section...
So confused...

I see you all there,
judging me...

No one understands,
Why can't you all just let me be...

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Today is not my day...