Letter To Mother. Poem by Pia's Poems

Dear mum,
I know you probably will find shock in this letter,
But it needs to be said.
I’m sick of you being disappointed in me all the time.
You can’t change me, stop trying.
I’m sick of looking around and constantly seeing things that remind me of how much you despise the things I do.
Is it so wrong to ask for some acceptation?
So I’m not the sporty daughter you always wanted,
The daughter who listens to mainstream music and puts her hair up in pigtails.
I never have been and never will be that.
I am the daughter that I suppose you didn’t expect,
I’d rather have my hair hanging limply over my face,
Covering my eyes which are constantly blurred with black.
I’d rather listen to my “horrible” music,
Which I must admit is a bit loud at times.
And I’d rather spend every moment with my friends,
Because honestly, I’m scared of being alone.
So no, I’m not the daughter you want,
But you could at least try.
Even if you simply pretended to approve of the things I did it would make the world of difference,
Because I’m sick of your yelling,
And tired of wasting tears that you will never see.
And I must continue with this,
Even though it is hurting me to write such honest words.
It seems not matter how well I do in my academics,
Merit, merit-excellence, excellence,
80%,90%,
You always find something to pick at.
I realize this is a problem in modern times,
We have tendencies to punish the bad instead of rewarding the good,
But honestly, a little reward for my above average efforts would be nice.
You seem to reward Rory plenty,
For simply passing,
While I sit alone working my butt off to get an above average mark.
He could do better,
The only reason he doesn’t is because both you and him haven’t accepted that he can do better.
It makes me angry,
Because I feel strongly that he is the favorite child.
That isn’t fair.
I put all the work in,
I don’t go out and get drunk,
I don’t look up illicit things on the computer.
But I can tell you that honestly,
He does.
And I know what you’re going to say
It will either be “we do treat you evenly! ”
Which I do not believe is true
Or it will end up as something as “Rory has ADD, he finds things hard to handle.”
If I ever hear that excuse again,
I am going to scream.
I know PLENTY of ADD PEOPLE WHO CAN TAKE RESPONISIBILTY FOR THERE ACTIONS JUST FINE.
Stop protecting him,
It isn’t doing him (or me) any good.
Also, I would prefer it if you didn’t make comments about me being “emo” “depressed” or “anorexic” because believe it or not these comments actually hurt.
I don’t care if they were meant as a joke.
Sometimes jokes hurt.

You need to learn to treat other people, especially your family, with more respect.
You are not better than us,
Or better than me.
We are all human beings and we are all even.
I hope you gained some understanding from this,
And I do not wish to hear your comments on this letter.
I only wish to see through your actions that you have taken in what I have been saying.
Best wishes, Pia.