They expect me to be like her yet they don't know how her death affected me, especially when they all hate me because she's my mother.
She's such a liar.
Maybe I'll be what they want me to be.
She's just like her mother.
I hate when they say that but maybe they're right.
She's always stealing and doing drugs.
I'm in so much pain and I don't know how to stop it.
She's ruining her life, it makes me look bad.
I'm what you expect me to be.
Nobody is even surprised.
You all overlook my pain and just see me as some asshole.
-j.f
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the regrets are killing me and there's a lot | poetry
Poetrythere's a lot of things i've had time to think about now that i'm homeschooled. there's a lot i've broken and there's a lot i cannot fix but i do know that i'll be able to get better eventually and that's what i look forward to since i cannot change...
