I know that in some ways,
I've disappointed you.
And that's why I can't ask you for help
anymore.
You always made me feel stupid,
you always made me think I could've done better.
You always told me not to cry,
you said it isn't pretty.
I know that you're disappointed in
me,
because I wanted to know who my mother was.
But just know that,
I'm disappointed in you, too
For keeping me from finding out.
