Mom (Part Ii)

I hate it when you, Don't understand, The way that I am. I hate it when you, Throw things in my face, And not know, the reasons why, I did what I did. I hate you so much mom, Ever since I was a kid, All you did was, Get in my face, And compare me with others That is not fair. God made everybody In different way. Now that I am a grown women, You still haven't change, Everything has to be, Your way or the highway. When you say sorry, I know in my heart, That you really don't, Mean what you say. I wish one day I could break, This ice between us, But I can't when you get, In my way! She gets me depressed and sad, For that pain that she established in my heart, All she says is to take that darn pills, As depressing that I am, I still NEVER TRUST in pills, I hate to take medicines, I don't ever want to depend on it ever, Always told her about God, How Great He is in my life. He is there all the time, In my lonely times, In my happy moments of life, He always number one in my Life, I am tired OF THIS God, She doesn't want to accept me as I AM. All she does is complain, She knows that my pain, Will not go away.