Mom said I could move out, I think.
She just said she doesn't think I could make it.
It almost makes me want to do it.
But, I don't think I could ever hurt her that much.
Even if she hurts me almost eveyday. Even if she thinks less of me than anyone in the world.
Even if she can't see passed who I used to be.
Even though I try so hard to make her proud, and it never gets through to her.
I'm still a kid.
I'm still the girl I was 8 years ago.
I'm ready to grow up.
Ready for her to grow up.
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