why mom..?

throughout bright lights and single darks, loop the mindsets I've let rise. "why shoot so low?" "why expect so high?" "you're full of filth" "you've rotten, a disgust." over and over heard from you. mom, why can't i be a good girl? why am i so unique? so different..? you've raised me this way, though i do take the blame. each hit i took, each given nasty look. I've begged, I've prayed, but thing really ever changed. so, mom, why treat me this way? i refuse to be your prey. i deny your every curse, but believe i just get worse. wish to be what you wanted, needed. Yet can't move on, so you've succeeded...