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by Amanda | Yeah. I fucking hear you.
I'm standing right next to you,
Stop fucking yelling.
Yeah, I know.
Fucking blame me again.
That's the only thing you seem to be good at.
You're not a mother to me anymore,
Just a judge,
Or should I say judgmental.
What?
Did you not understand me?
I said:
You're not a mother to me anymore.
I couldn't care less what happens to you.
Go rot for all I fucking care.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said for all I care.
Because I don't fucking care at all.
I stopped caring about you a long time ago.
I believe it was the day you told me,
I wasn't what you wanted me to be.
Heh, I remember.
I fell out of the mold and
Found individuality.
I decided not to be a:
Conformist drone
Socially active Slut
Preppy
Happy
What you consider normal.
I'm simply myself and you hate that.
Once again, you point the blame.
Always for something I have no control over.
Yeah. I get fucked up from other peoples actions.
I'm in fucking pain.
I'm so pissed that I'm contemplating murder and suicide.
But what do you care?
It's not my fault but I'm the easiest to blame.
So why not?
Shit doesn't stick to the ones people like
And no one fucking likes me.
Yeah, rub my nose in the carpet all those animals pissed on.
At least I know it wasn't me.
Yeah, keep screaming bitch.
Work your lungs till your last breath fails you.
That way, you won't be screaming when I get my revenge.
You know how close I hold silence.
And it will be quiet once you're gone.
But for now, I can only dream.
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