Mother, why do you always complain?
Why do you always doubt me?
Anything I say, I do, how I look.
You try to validate yourself, telling me that you just can't really believe me.
Always assuming, never trusting.
I don't know what to do anymore, so I keep silent, let you complain.
But you still are not satisfied.
I'm starting to doubt myself, like you doubt me.
Am I really alright?
Or are you just making me think I'm not alright?
You tell me, that you think that you are the problem, but what mistake could you have made?
Mother, you raised me well.
But that child you raised, drowned.
You made no mistake, not until you started doubting my entire being.
You learned how to make everything sound like a complaint, but I did not choose to be shaped by society.
Mother, your child couldn't swim against the waves.
You are left with but a vessel for an incomplete soul.
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