You tell me to leave.. what kind of mother are you? You make me sleep in my car, but when your "friends" ask about me, I'm all the sudden your little angel, your wonderful gift God gave to you. When no one's around you say hurtful things, tell me I'm not good enough, I'm not pretty enough, I'm fat, I'm ugly, There's no way I could be your child because I am far from beautiful.. Well in a few minutes when you ask me to leave again, once you notice I'm still here in my jail cell that you call a room, You'll throw me out, but this time.. don't expect me to come back. You want me to leave so bad, you want me not to exist, YOU got your wish. And when you play those fake tears to your friends, that your little angel is gone, I hope it plays in your head how cruel and truly evil you are.. YOU may be my birth "Mother", but you'll never be a real Mom.

you make me sick.