The Truth

The night the truth was split
I was at my friend's
I called and asked permission
To spend the night

You said it was alright
But I had to be home
The very next day
To pack my bags

My best friend listened
As I told her one more time
How you lied
And broke you promise

My best friend
She told me what my brother said
How you chose my older sister
Over me, how could you?

If there was something wrong
With the I behave
Why is it you did not tell me
So that I could change?

Now weeks later
And once again
I am with my friend
And thinking why am I still trying?

What you did to me
No parent, no Mother
Should ever do
Chose one over another

As I sit here now
I cannot help but think
Why did I try so hard
To please you

But then I think
I know the answer to this question
It is quite simple
It really is

For 13 years all I wanted
Was a Mother to love
A Mother to make proud
Now I am 18 and given up

I have realized that
I will never do
You always come up
with something else I did wrong

I called you today
Hoping I could see you
If only for a few minuets
Just to say Hi

You asked me where I was
And I told you
I am home for the weekend
With my friend

You said you were upset
You were disappointed with me
I am not suppose to be home
Until Thanksgiving

You hung up before I could explain
That it is my friends birthday
I came home to visit her
And to see my family

I called back
And the daughter you wish I were
Picked up and said
you did not want to talk to me

I called again
And no one answered
I got our answer machine
I left my message

You were immature to hang up on me
I am 18 and if I want
to visit my friend on her birthday
I will

Do not call tomorrow
I will not be home
I am an adult
I will what I want

I felt bad for the message
That I left
I was afraid that it hurt you
But then I clued in

You kicked me out
You chose her over me
I do not have to follow your rules
I am grown up

All I ever wanted was a Mother
One to love and trust
But as the years have gone buy
I have given up

A Mother I wanted
A Mother I had
A Mother I loved
A Mother I lost

This poem may not make a lot of sense but at this minuet that I write I am so full a rage I just needed to let it out.