well, mom...

Did you ever care about me? Or did you only care about the idea of me?

Did you want to be around a beautiful baby girl who would've done everything with you? What would you say if you knew I wasn't her anymore?

Would you still love me if I cut my hair off? Would you still love me if I changed my name? Would you still love me if I told you the truth? Or would you only dig a grave for someone that isn't even dead?

Would anyone still love me if I stopped being funny? Would anyone still want to be around me if I was honest? Would anyone care how much I cry and how badly I want to hurt? Would they still be my friends if I told them everything? Would anyone love me still?

What if you got help, Mom? What if you got therapy and got better? What if you were less controlling? What if you didn't blame me for things out of my control? What if you didn't hate who I actually was? What if you weren't such a scary person in my life? What if you just got some help instead of pushing me down to get control?

Well, Mom, I know you won't. I know you think therapy and help isn't for you and I know you will never accept anything more than the idea of me, not who I really am. But I know some people aren't like that. And I know some people will always love me.

Because some people are good people. Some people love, care, and adore me and others. Just not you. You never will, because you won't let it.

And I'm done chasing your approval. I am me. You cannot take that away.

Well, Mom... Got anything you wanna say?