Dear Mom

Dear Mom, I know,

That I’m not the perfect child you’ve always wanted.

Dear Mom, I know,

That I can never be half as good as you.

Dear Mom, I know,

That I am often the embodiment of disappointment.

Dear Mom, I know,

That I am not able to fulfil most of the wishes that you have.

Dear Mom, I know,

That I don't really have all the good traits you wanted to inculcate in me.

Dear Mom, I know,

That you still want to love me despite all my faults.

But

Dear Mom,

Why can’t you ever understand how I feel?

Why can't you ever understand what I want?

Why can't you ever understand who I am?

Why do you never really listen to me?

Dear Mom, I know,

That you just hear what I have to say,

But you never actually stop and listen to me.

I might go to the hilltops

And scream out to you

Into a loudspeaker,

But you still will pay no attention

To my bleeding words.

Dear Mom, you know,

I really try sometimes,

To bare my heart out to you;

Because I’m not the kind of person

To sit and share sob stories around a bonfire.

But you never try to feel me,

Never try to see it from my perspective,

Always blame someone or something

To have influenced me.

Dear Mom, you know,

What I do,

How I think,

What is going on in my head,

Is not always influenced by people in my surroundings.

Maybe it’s just me, Mom,

Maybe it’s me in here,

Thinking in a new way;

In a way I’ve never thought before.

Have you ever thought of that?

Have you ever thought

“My daughter has a mind of her own”?

Because

Dear Mom, I know

I’m not the easiest person to deal with,

But have you ever stopped and tried to listen

To what I have to say?

Dear Mom, I know

I have failed

In certain aspects in my life

And changed my mind many a times

Along the journey.

But have you ever thought in this way?

That it’s not because of fear

That I’m backing out of here

But because I don’t want it anymore?

Because

Dear Mom, I know

It’s a big scary world out there

And I always thought I knew what I wanted

But

Dear Mom,

Now that I’ve grown up a little,

Maybe it's not the same anymore,

Maybe it’s not what I want anymore.

Dear Mom, I know,

That I hide things from you

But it’s not because I don’t want to tell you.

But because you would never see eye to eye with me.

Dear Mom, I know,

I am not the easiest person to read

But you claim you know me,

That you know, each and every aspect of me.

But can you ever see through me

When I’m at my worst?

Or holding back tears from in front of everyone?

Or when my lips are quivering from anger

But I cannot speak out loud?

Or when I am tired of everything

And just need a small break?

Or when my mind is screaming and bawling

But my mouth remains closed?

Or when I am smiling through my tears?

Or when I am truly happy with what I am doing?

Or when I'm really at my best?

Dear Mom, I know,

That when I ask you this question,

Your natural instinct would be to say yes;

But

Dear Mom,

If you did really question yourself

And answered it honestly,

I know your answer will not be the same.

Because, Mom, you never try to stop and listen to me.

Dear Mom, I know,

That you might know me

But you really don’t know anything about me.

Yes, we might speak the same language

But our words are so lost in interpretation.

But

Dear Mom, I also know,

If you ever closed your eyes and

Tried to hear what I hear,

Tried to see what I see,

Tried to feel what I feel,

You would understand me a little better then;

Understand what I want,

Understand how I feel,

Understand who I really am.

Because

Dear Mom, you know,

I’m just a simple 19 year old girl,

With a little hope in her heart,

And a few dreams in her head.