WhyMature

Dear Mom,

Why?

Why do you hate me,

why did you leave?

Why do make me want to believe

that you could love me,

that you care?

Seriously? You aren't fair.

Don't I deserve an answer?

Why do you do this?

Why do you lie?

Why can't you try?

It'll be hard,

but I'll be there.

I believe in you,

I still care.

I still love you,

though I can't decide

why.

The End

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