You comfort your friends by telling them that it's just a phase, but you still find it the hardest to accept. Every time it happens things just worsen, why? Because you never know when to stop. Your mouth just keeps talking, never satisfied. Then at the end you're left thinking how worthless you are because she said so.

You do things on impulse, majority of the time you don't think. You have this mindset that delusively believes that she'll understand you, that she'll somewhere deep inside know that you're not like anyone else. That you are you, you're an individual and how you look shouldn't matter to the world because what is on the inside is all that counts.

I can't be at fault for the shame you feel when you look at me mom. The choices I walk in life will not necessary always be the right ones, but that's all in the process of learning. I know it's hard to understand, things must be hectic for you but I'm still your child and will always be. I'm still that girl who believes that there are monsters under her bed and misses those nights when she would sleep with you by her side. You can hit me all you want, but it'll never hurt as much as the words you say to me in this lifetime, it'll never pierce as deep, or as hard.

If in the next life I could choose my parents, I will always choose you. But right now it feels as though you wouldn't even give me a second glance.