Dear Mom

Have I not cried enough? 

Have I not given up enough

To deserve your love? 

Growing up all I wanted was a mom to have coffee with,  to have tea with,  to talk to,  to trust and laugh with. I'm not even asking for that now anymore,  because I know you can't give it. All I want know is literally for you to let me be, let me live,  let me breathe. It's not like I never want to talk to you again,  I just don't want to talk when you want,  how you want, on your conditions about things that hurt me. And you can't even give me that. Cinderella had a fairy godmother and I have you the witch that bore me and that won't stop trying to control me until either of us is gone. Because this planet,  you decided,  is not big enough for the both of us. Well,  it sure as hell ain't going to be me mom.