My lovely mother
Am I a nursing home equipment I asked my mother once.
She replied with a “yes honey.”
I didn’t like her cold sardonic attitude.
Why bother having kids?
If they are just a pre paid ordered meal plan.
I’m not sure why I exist?
Am I serving society or myself?
I don’t like Hollywood movies cuz they are so fake.
This planet tastes like plastic in my mouth.
I can’t win with my mother cuz she is a control freak.
I hate her so much cuz she cares way too much.
Why did she make me exist in a world of pain and suffering.
Why can’t I be free from a life of slaving for my mother.
