Mom..

I'm sorry mom I'm sorry for everything I'm sorry I'm not the perfect girl You always wanted I'm sorry I'm not "girly" Enough for you I'm sorry I don't wear makeup I don't dress like other girls I don't act like other girls You always wanted me to be perfect I try my best I really do Maybe I was an accident? Don't you always say that? Saying everything that happened Was because of me? Comparing me to girls because you want me to be like them Telling me "Why don't you dress like a girl" "Why don't you wear makeup" You know what hurts me the most? On my 15th birthday.. I wore makeup And you told me.. "The perfect girl I always wanted" And you think that simple words Like that won't hurt me But it did And I know you love me But the way you show me "love" Is not the same way others mothers show love...