To Mommy Dearest
You've built a mental prison for me since the day I was born, and you are the warden. I can't escape you or your negativity, your trying to control me. I've gone through therapy but my sentence in this mental prison is Life, even after you are dead I know you will still haunt me. I never thought having children of my own would change how I feel about you, and guess what, it hasn't. It has shown me what true unconditional love is, and that ain't what you've got for me. I can't say that I love you, and I can't even say that I like you as a person. How f*cked up is that??!??