I think that Natalie gets a lot of bad rap about her being a mini versioin of her mother, so I wrote this!
Don't blame me.
I'm not her
Sure,
I have her eyes, her hair, maybe even her smile.
(I shudder to think of that)
And, yes, she is technically my mother,
But that doesn't make me her.
I don't take pleasure in hurting others
I don't, not really.
Don't blame me for what I did.
It's not my fault.
I'm not her.
What was she thinking? I wonder.
When she drank that serum?
I hope it was just that-the serum
Because if it was, than there's still a hope.
That maybe one day, she'll get over her murderous ways.
But, maybe it's too late for her to change what she did.
I know that she'll never be forgiven.
In the meantime,
Don't blame me.
I'm not her.
As far as I can tell.
