Since When Do Stepparents Take The Place Of The Real Ones?

Another tear
Rolls down my face.
The facts of life
I don't want to embrace.
A painful fury.
A silent shout.
And no one who will understand
To whom I can seek out.
A relationship
So difficult; So shoddy.
I'm giving up; reaching for a good fantasy.
From this world I disembody.
Since when was it so terrible
To want and need a mother?
Who took the responsibility that went along with that label,
Instead of taking on another?
I don't need anymore best friends.
I have more than I feel I deserve!
I hate the person you try to be.
It's not what I need or prefer.
When you've finally heard this,
And when you finally understand,
It'll most likely be too late.
Things have gotten too far out of hand.
You let him control you life.
And, indirectly, he's controlling mine.
So, when I'm gone, and you're buried in regret,
I'll be missing you, but I'll be fine.