Dear audience,
Mother, the name I do dread and refuse to call her. She is the one, who brought me into this hell hole, a place I’m supposed to call home. She hurried and scurried me across my child hood, now as she tries to drag me back, I’m at wits end. My mind wired with pills and music to tame my frustrations. I am a ticking bomb ready to explode. I’ll unleash and let my demons out at any unbearable second, but I hold back. I’m almost free and I don’t want to blow too soon and mess up my chance of becoming my own person. Let me be me please, that’s all I beg.
Now that I’m so close to freedom, she precedes to real me back. Caught like a fish between freedom and trouble, I try so hard to ignore her. Everything she does or says brings back memories, Memories of lost time and a criminal mind; I prepare myself for what’s to come. Two steps forward and five back.
My days in this horrid place turn black, Lights out. Becoming surrounded with depression, thoughts of what if and never again. I sit and ponder each thought, time still passing me by. Trying hard to find the solution, to the pollution built up in my mind, I scream, I cry until become free. I know she brings out the little devil in me, I try to suppress this untamed mistress, ignore her every word, her every move I can’t stand her.
Day in and day out, Tears of my life well up in my face, disgraceful to me as they killing my pride and injure my independence. Flushing my face of its color, I feel embarrassed to say you’re the person that brought me here. You’ve pushed me past so much; many precious moments have passed me by. I am trying so hard to become the “perfect” child; I never exceed second best, for the baby of the family wears the dress.
I am done, my will, no longer strong, I’m ready to move on. She is holding me back dragging me down. In her tattered slump of terror, I scream and shout. I can’t stand her, or them, these people I call family, my sister, my step dad, another added on pain to my daily insanity. Think, only a year away I’ll be free on that day. Gone like the wind, never to return again. Hurtling away like a stallion, I’ll finally break loose. Free of their hateful words on my success, Even though I had a roof over my head and my tummy was full, I’ll never forget why I’m on this pill. Never nurtured, never loved, I was left without a direction, no emotional or mental care that I needed, left to fend for myself. I’m leaving now, counting the days till it’s my chance to flee my immortal enemy.







It’s all her fault; she will never hear from me again, everything is her fault and I will never forgive her for the agonizing truth of my seventeen and a half years with her. Never forgive and never forgotten about how rotten her soul is. My mother a woman I consider junk, a waste of time and space. She will never hear from me again, she is no longer worth my torture and each shed tear that has swollen my eyes. Red faced and furious, this agonizing hate has built up; this letter is my release, my last sanction.
-Sincerely,
A Pissed off Writer