MOTHER 3-21-99

Who are you? I don't even know you anymore. I thought you were magnificent, But now...
I don't know you anymore. Are you my mother? WERE you my mother? You don't even know me. You know NOTHING about me. You incinuate all these horrible notrocities that the world puts before your eyes to make you think this is me.
But I'm not like that. I'm my own person. I'm nothing like what the world wants me to be.
They WANT me to be a slut and a whore.
They WANT me to think that morals are just flowers in the wind.
BUT I DON'T.
I have my own beleifs.
That, mother, is why I'm shunned from society, but you didn't know that.
You just had your own image of me. First, you think I'm the perfect little girl, Then when I do something insignificantly wrong you think me a rebel. You think me what the world has told you I am.
BUT THAT'S NOT ME.
Why can't you see, mother? Take the blinders from your eyes so you can finally see.
See that your daughter isn't as bad as you think, nor as perfect
Please, mother, look through the fog that the world has put you in. Find me... save me. Come and see me in the depths of despair.
I'm not as strong as I seem, mom. Their evil is creeping in slowly.
Come find me, mother. I've been waiting so long. Come and see the person that I truly am.
Are you my mother? Then come and save me, mom.

~For my mother

A bientot mes anges!
~Le Penseuse