Mom,
You cry and say that you don't know me,
but the 'real me' you choose not to see.
all you see is what you want me to be, but again, all you see is what you wanna belive.
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everytime i read a new one of your poems its my new favorite of yours. the way you used your flow on this one was spectacular. very deep, passionate and heartfelt. i loved it
So you still have to pretend you're straight, huh? You'd think that she'd get it once she caught us... you're mom is strange babe.
I love it