Understanding someone is different than
agreeing with someone. I can agree that I don’t like a
person that you don’t like. I understand you don’t like
someone but that doesn’t mean I have to not like
them as well.

Why can’t you understand that I am not you.
You don’t get hurt by things that I do.
You get over things in a snap,
but I’m not about to crack.

You don’t understand that I’m my own person,
my own being. I’m not my dad like you say I am
and I’m not you. I’m just trying to be me.

What I don’t understand is how I’m not
allowed to let things get to me or affect
me, but when I’m in a bad mood it affects
everyone else. That makes you sound like a
hypocrite, but NO because you know everything
like the books on the shelf.

You don’t understand that your hurting me and that
I’m in so much pain.

You don’t understand that my past still haunts me.
And you joke about it like it’s nothing. It won’t stop.
I can’t just turn off my pain.

Don’t you understand that your the one who
taught me to bottle everything up by telling
me to put on a happy face for everyone so
they don’t know we’re having family problems.
Don’t you understand that your hurting me when
your suppose to be protecting me because that’s
what’s a mom is suppose to do.

Understand that just because I’m leaving the
nest to go to college doesn’t mean you can
just throw me around like I’m not your
daughter anymore.

You don’t understand me and you just hurt
me because of it. I don’t understand why
your doing this but I thank you for ruining
our relationship.

I hope you understand why I won’t come to
talk to your or tell you how I’m feeling or
anything anymore. I’m just going to keep
saying I’m fine because you don’t understand
and you don’t want to.