Mom, why do you always treat me as if I am some kind of a monster?
I hate it.

Mom, why do you act as if you hate me soo much and that you wish I would die?
It kills me inside.

Mom, why do you call me names and say that I'm gothic?
I cry at night.

Mom, why do you yell at me and blame me for everything?
I go to my room and cut.

Mom, why do you point out that I have no friends and that I'm gaining weight?
I go to the bathroom and purge.

Mom, why do you treat me like sh*t but you treat my sister as if she's an angel?
I go outside and smoke to try to forget that I'm not good enough for you.

Mom, why do you always make it seem that I am just a f*ck up and that I mess everything up?
I try my hardest to be perfect for you.

I'm done trying for you. You make me into this monster that I hate and I don't want to take it anymore. I'm never skinny enough, never pretty enough, never girly enough, and I'm never what you want me to be.
I hate myself, because I'm never good enough.