Disclaimer: (In 3 words or less) I own nothing.
From Mother to Daughter.
Sometimes I hate you.
Other times I can't stand to look at you.
But some where in my heart I love you.
Even though I never show it.
I constantly drown my memory of him with alcohol.
When I'm sober, I can tell that you hate me.
Hate me for being the way I am.
Hate me for not being like all the other mothers.
I know you hate yourself.
You can't stand to be who you are.
Knowing exactly what you are and how you came to be.
I laugh at how much you look like me...and him.
I wonder if you constantly search.
For the answers that you can never find.
There will be a time when you'll understand everything.
Understand why I am the way I am.
Understand that I never meant to hurt you.
It's just hard.
I wish you could feel what I feel.
Then maybe there wouldn't be anymore bitterness.
I truly do love you. Even if you'll never feel the same.
Serena Benson.