Dear mother,
i love you dearly,
but my lord are you a bluffer,
and i know you love the real me barely,
you love the image of me you've created,
i was child who needed protection,
not a trophy of someone you think you've aided,
i exist as someone other than something of your creation,
and some days i wish you'd hold me tight,
and others i'd like to run away as soon as i can,
i know you think you know me but let me shine a light,
you are not and have never been my biggest fan