The Truth

Without knowing, you insulted me.
Without knowing, you were ashamed of me.
Without knowing, I cried because of thee.

I have become what you didn't didn't want me to be.
You tried to prevent it to come to be.
But there's nothing you can do for me.

I have consciously chosen this way,
And this is who I shall remain.
I'll show everything so there's nothing to detain.

Though I am alive because of you.
There's nothing attaching me to you.
Therefore, nothing for me to do.

Except to finally tell you the truth.
I am indeed to you,
The worse being, indeed its true.

Though others side with me.
We are a mock for lack of what they don't see.
Our pain shown to them is a sing of weakness.

But to us, its a plea for help and love.
I'm sorry mom, I'm not your white dove.
You just didn't cared about me enough.