Mother

Mother,
I know you try to love
Love me and do what’s best.
Mother,
I know you want me to be blessed,
But above all,
Mother,
You make me Stressed.
Mother,
You make me fear,
And at best,
Mother,
You transgress onto me.
Mother,
You disapprove of my choices,
Mother,
Then you yell in the most frightening of voices,
Asking me why am I not better?
Mother,
Maybe it’s a chemical inbalance
Or maybe another
Disease of the mind.
Mother,
Please.
I can’t be what you dream.
I can only be broken me.