To Mom..

Who are you to say you know what's going on?
You hate me. You hate everything about me.
You're just ready for me to mess up.
You only see what you wanna see & you only believe what you want to.
Either be here for me or leave me alone!
The reason I do the things I do is because things ain't like they used to be.
I can't help the fact I'm growing up! I'm trying to do rite. But wheres the guidance, the direction? Most of all there's the compassion?
Are you going to be like this w/ Becca because I can tell you she wont be able to handle it.
What did I do? Where am I going wrong?
Chill out! Stop making me so messed-up! If i was a mistake from the beginning, so be it! Just give me a chance to redeem myself for my own reasons.