Seriously Mother?

I'm used to you comparing me to my sister,

but now my boyfriend?

Really?

He's not who you think.

Obviously he's putting a front on for you smart a**.

He does drugs Mommy.

Ha don't think you should really compare him to me.

You are looking at his mask, while looking at my whole.

Of coarse he would be better.

He is better than me, but maybe you should stop treating me like the mistake I was, and say it to my face.

Is possible for you to not look at me like a mistake?

Or is that just too hard for you?

Am I just not smart enough, like Bridge?

Am I just not pretty enough, like Nina?

Am I just not as perfect, and happy, like Deacon?

Or am I just not good enough in general?

I couldn't tell.

Seems like all of the above.

But I could never read your I-don't-love-you-face.