Dear Mother

Dear mother, 

I wish I could blame you for this. 

I wish I could say that this was all your fault. 

But I just can't bring myself to do it. 

If parenthood is hitting the next one on  

Line just a little bit softer,  

Then my grandfather must have damn near killed you.  

That being said, I've been slipping in and out of consciousness  

since the day I was born, from the times you said I was nothing more 

 then a series of mistakes to the time 

 you hit me on the head with a frying pan so hard 

 I almost did fall unconscious. But I can't blame you. 

 I've had enough people who love me 

 and taught me about that love for that not to be the case.  

And it's made me understand things you never will.  

I am the bird who had its wings clipped but learned to run faster than the cheetah. 

 I am the prince who was told he was too weak-hearted to rule a kingdom, 

 so decided to become the strongest and most just knight.  

So I'm sorry for leaving you behind, and ignoring your hatred.  

It's time to leave the thorny underbrush and blossom on my own.  

And thank you. For giving me something to fight for. 

 I'm not sure if anyone's said this to you, and meant it before.  

Maybe it'll Change you, maybe you'll stay the same. I can't really blame you either way.  

I love you. Goodbye.