Will I Ever Be Good Enough for You?

You.

The woman I know so well.

I'll never be good enough.

Never get high enough grades.

Never amount to anything.

Always be a disappointment.

Telling me I'm going to be a prostitute.

I suffer knowing what you think of me.

Making light of my illness.

Not caring and passing over it.

All until my arms started showing the emotions I locked in myself.

Ripping through my things like I was some kind of criminal.

Reading my journals aloud to me from across the table.

Threatening to send me away forever.

I used to love you mommy.

I'm not sure if I still do.