to her mother.

i wish i could make you understand
why i do the things i do
why i want the things i want
why i need the things i need

...

but i can't because
we don't talk about those things
we don't talk about those feelings
we don't talk about that time

...

i don't want to burden you
with my sadness
and my neediness
and my memories

...

i know what i need to do
for my health
and my happiness
and my safety

...

so please just smile
and nod politely
and look the other way
and not ask questions

...

because i'm an adult
i don't have to have these conversations with you
i don't have to talk about it if i don't want to
and frankly, i don't want to

...

i don't want to talk about it
especially with you
especially now
with all of this going on

...

so let me do what i need to do
and talk to who i need to talk to
and go where i need to go
and be who i need to be

...

if you keep pushing me away
and demanding things
and making me feel in the way
i'll stop coming back to you

...

i don't want to say goodbye
but i want to spread my own wings
i want my independence
and i want to be who i am apart from who you are

...

so stop asking me questions
and stop making demands
and rude remarks
that cut so close to my heart

...

just please,
let
me
be.

The End

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