If there is hope for me at all....
It could have been a nice and enjoyable day for all, if only I just did everything with a fake smile on my face, just to make my mother happy. But no, of course I had to tell her about it, when I didn't want to do something. That's when it all started.
I told her the truth. I am happy when I am not at home. I have my reasons for that. Reasons she cannot understand. Oh well, that's her problem. Why should I bother to explain when every time I tried, I just wasted time. I feel like when I speak, I am having a conversation with a mirror. It only throws back all the arguments. I may look like my mother, but I am nothing like her. Reflection is a lie. Maybe once we should look behind it, to see the real answer.
I told her the truth. I am happy when I am not at home. I have my reasons for that. Reasons she cannot understand. Oh well, that's her problem. Why should I bother to explain when every time I tried, I just wasted time. I feel like when I speak, I am having a conversation with a mirror. It only throws back all the arguments. I may look like my mother, but I am nothing like her. Reflection is a lie. Maybe once we should look behind it, to see the real answer.
