I hate the way you make me feel,
Like the world will end just because I didn’t do as you said.
I hate the way you make me overthink, every little thing I do is just never good enough for you.
I hate the way I’m overwhelmed, I have the weight of the world crushing me down .
I hate that I will never be enough for you.
I hate that I can think on my own, then I’m told just because I’m a mom and a woman that my opinion doesn’t matter or I’m wrong. You say, I can’t do this, I can’t do that. Im worthless. What’s the point anymore.