rather, i never want to be like my parents
which is inevitable,
or so i am told.
all i want is for you to swallow your pride for four seconds and provide me with what i really need.
i have food.
i have shelter.
i have clothes.
i know, i know, i know.
and i know you know i know.
i try to tell you i appreciate it but in this emotionally retarded family, it's a little difficult. hell, you should be able to relate - when the hell do you ever make yourself vulnerable to me?
why should i make myself vulnerable to you?
no, i'm not going to go around kissing your ass 24/7.
and when i'm having a shitty day, the last thing i need to hear is how ungrateful i am - funny how i'm such an awesome child when it's convenient for you, and such a fucking pain in your ass when it's not.
sound familiar?
if all you want is constant reassurance,
you shouldn't have become a mother.
hey, maybe you should have been born a dog, in that case;
even though you're already a bitch.
(disclaimer: i respect mothers. i really do. but not the ones who think the word "mother" translates directly into the word "perfect".)
12.09.2009
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