To Mom

by Dana Grenman, age 14, from US

We don't get along.
We always fight.
If it's something I did, I didn't do it right.
I can't do anything to please you.
I'm tired of trying.
Accept me as I am, I'm done with crying.
I lost respect for you, we both know why.
You're just afraid to admit it, and I just sigh.
You get angry when I tell the truth.
You get angry when I lie.
You don't pay any attention to me,
You're always too busy with other things.
And you treat the people on the computer like they are kings.
You care about them, but you say you don't.
You look for things you're missing in all the wrong places.
You mess up other people's lives,
 and turn them into major cases.
You say it's over and try to hide the screen.
But I'm not dumb or immature, although I am fourteen.
I seek for people to give me things I need.
Things that I'm missing from my mother.
And I've found people who do.
They're my friends and siblings.
They don't hide things and lie.
They don't expect things on the bull's eye.
They give me love, support, and friendship.
And accept me as me, because you see, mom,
I am what I am.  And that's all I can be.