I never understood why I wasn't good enough for you. At times I just gave up on it, believing that maybe one day you'd change, that maybe I was ok to be called your daughter. You don't understand all the second chances I've given you, all the times you've said things to me just to fill your damn ego. All those words, I remember them. All those words you called me, I still remember them. I still don't understand why you hate me so much. How you can call me a useless bitch and live with yourself. For years, I've put up with it, I'd listen to it. For years, I believed you. I believed I was a useless bitch. And then I grew up. Does that piss you off? Does it make you mad that I can now say shit back? I hope it does. Because, Mom, trust me, I don't care anymore. You can buy me all the things in the world, and I'll never forget what you did, what you said. I'll never forget that day when you screamed in my face asking me if I wanted to test your temper. Or the day you pulled a knife up to me. That was the day I didn't consider you my mom anymore. Sure, I'll call you 'mom' but there's no meaning behind it. At times, I can hate you so much. You don't understand what I had to go through. How I had to learn how to cover up my feelings, how I had to smile and always be the happy kid when I was around people. And I know you knew that at night I would cry because I knew you didn't care. But those nights of crying are over Mom. I've learned how to cast you out. Your words, you can never take them back, and I'll never forget them. And now, its time I get my satisfaction of hurting you with MY words. I honestly don't care. Because everytime I begin to feel bad, I remember what you did to me. "And when you turn 18 you're leaving my house and don't bother to come and visit." Hah, don't worry Mother. I won't even look back. ♥EM