beef w/ my womb creator.

I wish I had the answer to why my mother wakes up every day upset.. Or maybe that’s only when she speaks to me. I dont know why she grows so angry when she talks to me, I was hoping she would grow fond and see her first daughter being epitome of success, the best. But as total opposite I rarely hear sympathetic replies, just an angry life I see it in her angry eyes. She doesn’t despise, maybe that’s a disguise I have yet to know. Hope there’s no surprise, no lies I have to time to play guess who, because she gonna have to guess that I’m focused on progressing and advancing out of the phase of being a adolescent..
 

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