my mom.

you always act all nice around others. you're the perfect mom. sitting in the living room, telling everyone how wonderful it is to have a family. and how nice it is to be together. while I'm in my room, two days after you told me I hurt you, by giving you back what you give me. two days after you told me you are giving up on me. two days, after I sat there, shaking, telling you that you hurt me. but I could have said something. I hate how you act like the perfect mom around others. I hate you. I don't want to hate you. I want to love you. but you make it impossible. please just be a mom to me.