Mother,
May I be so frank
As to say shut your mouth?
Stop talking,
Stop preaching.
I don't care what you have to say.
You are a hypocrite,
a liar,
and a spiteful human being
who holds me as the root of
all her problems.
I hate you,
everything about you,
everything you stand for.
Intolerance,
Ignorance,
and hatred are what fuel you.
Your insatiable appetite to
control consumes you.
But your desires do not control me.
Your ignorance is not my own.
Do not tell me how to run my life,
how I should live,
what my passions are.
I hate you,
truly hate you,
truly hate how you demonize me,
how you make it seem as though I am
trying to destroy you.
I've had problems.
Drink,
Drugs,
My own hatred for the world.
But I try to heal,
try to forget,
but you consistently remind
me of my past when I try to move forward.
You are my mother,
my supposed caregiver,
the one person who is supposed to
love me without condition,
but you have ruined me.
I raised myself,
alone,
without you,
even when you were there.
All you gave me was anger,
pain, and sorrow.
Mother,
may I say I hate you,
but that you will not define me.
I define me,
what I believe in,
what makes me whole.
I release you from my mind.
I do not forgive you,
but you will not consume me,
like your past consumes you.
