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.