you fucking hypocrite
you say you want me to get better
but you don't
you want me to meet new people and make new friends

but yet you don't allow them to come over
or for us to go out because you don't know them
well how are you supposed to get to know them when you won't even fucking meet them
i hate you
everything has to be your way
your way or no way
you only pretend to care
now you've done your part
you can tell them now you tried
that you're a good mother and i'm just your fucking psycho daughter
your ignorance eludes me
you allowed brandon to do these things
yet it's all different for me
i'm not a sweet perfect saint like him
his memory forever preserved by his death
it's different because i'm a girl
it's different because i'm michelle
it's all so fucking different
there's so many acceptions to these feeble rules
loopholes that i cannot find
loopholes that brandon found without any trouble
i must not be as smart as him
as you and dad have lead me to believe
i hate this judgemental place we call earth
everyone is insipid
the ability to judge is innate
i swear it must be
you love me?
you fucking liar!
if you loved me then you'd want me to be happy
yet you don't
you love to see me miserable
and when i'm not, you go out of your way to make me so
this is all a fucking joke
you love me
you want me to get help
you're a good mom
these perceptions are all you care about
you don't care about me
all you care about is what the people see