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I AM NOT YOU


You understand?   

  

Don't you remember?   

  

Through your teen years and mistakes or did you just block them out,

just like you have with all the other memories?   

  

I am not you but I am made from you,   

  

I have similarities with you but I am not you!   

  

In your head I am, right?   

  

When are you going to wake up and realize I have my own life to live,

you can't be living mine for me, no matter how much you want to.   

  

Yep, I'm only 17 I don't know diddly squat or have a past, right?   

  

Is my brain not mature enough like a woman isn't that right?   

  

Having me convinced... Since I was younger how things are supposed to go but they were your own opinion,

 not mine.    

Well fine think what you will but I feel/think differently and it's not changing my own,

opinion or my spirit.

  

Thought you were always on my side but since he came into the picture it's just been

you and him... like I'm erased.   

  

Thought also I could trust you in ways I could never explain... I guess not with everything since you’ll

go running to him, won’t you?   

  

I've made really bad mistakes but guess what so have you.  

  

Somehow I get stuck being between people, a mother should never put her own daughter in a

position like that.   

  

I love you... yes but I've seen more and more of your mistakes and flaws over the years,   

  

Always say you can/do make your own decisions but all I've really seen is him make decision after

decision.

  

You're a grown woman! You shouldn't have a grown man make a female's decision for you.   

  

Think you're going to keep me away from "bad" things forever?    

  

You're just making matters worse.   

  

If you have been through this... Why put me through it?    

  

Over the years I've harmed myself emotionally, physically, and mentally.    

  

There were and are so many reasons to harm me this is one.   

  

The fighting and crying is bullshit.   

  

Using the respected card overboard.    

  

Think you know the full me?   

  

Check again, maybe you need a closer look inside.   
 

 

 

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