Explosion
I guess bottled up emotions don't make good appetizers
the holidays come and go.
then the bomb goes off
you feel empty and self-hate
you want your innate feelings to be over
It hurts more because its from someone you love
someone who raised you
it's not fair that I never cared
I was being honest isn't that what you taught
it's the best policy but I guess this is
the 1% of the time's you were wrong
I'll be gone soon and I'm sorry that I made you feel this way
I was only preparing you for what you're going to have to deal with in a year.
I guess I was too selfish to tell you how depressed I am
I don't want you to know because in my own
weird
way
I care about you more than I care about me.
It doesn't look like it
I put on a facade of happiness but my inner feelings rotate and revolve a horrible life
that no see's
I guess one day you will understand
I'll tell you all my little explosions and hope that you can help me detonate all of them.
I love you Mom
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