I don’t know how to tell you. I have missed you my whole childhood. You have always put your own needs first. You are selfish. You think you lost me when I left our home, but you’re wrong. You have always overlooked the fact that I needed someone who would always be there for me - someone who no matter what, would be on my side. You told me that I wasn’t the only one in our family who needed your support. But I’m your daughter! Sometimes I think you forgot how much you missed your own mother, when you were growing up, but now you turned out to be just like her. You have never respected me as an individual person.
Tell me why I had to run away from home before you realised what I meant to you. It’s so sad that it had to come to this. I’m afraid of doing something wrong, but I’m also afraid of doing something right. I’m afraid of being too visible. I’m afraid of being too invisible. I’m afraid of fitting into your perfect facade and I’m afraid of not fitting into your facade. Every night before I go to bed, I think about how much you scare me. I’m afraid of my own mother! Isn’t it sad and sinister?
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