I HATE YOU! I hate your fake love and pretentious words. I hate how you think you know what’s best for me, but in reality just want to get me off your back. I know you see me as an extension of your ego rather than as my own person and I know you will never see me for who I am.
In your mind, I am the person who needs to be perfect and set an example for everyone. The role model of my family, the one you brag about to your friends, the one with perfect grades, with long blonde hair who wears stunning dresses, smarter than the rest. The one that spends every ounce of her free time volunteering or studying for tests, the perfect human being. What I really am: the one who likes to dye his hair, with at least 4 piercings on every ear, the one who wants tattoos and a subtle mullet — because, oh my god, they are so cute. I’m the one who wears mostly black and lives his life in oversized clothes. He tries hard, but still has his imperfections, sure he volunteers sometimes, but he still plays video games and obsesses over Halloween. He’s not perfect, but he’s still amazing and tries his best.
People don’t understand me and that’s okay, I don’t need them to, but really? After hiding something from you for years, a defining part of who I am, and finally sharing it with you, you’re going to act as if it never happened? You never said a word about it to me, never cared to bring it up. You only talk to me when there’s something you want me to do for you. I just want to live a life true to me! You’re supposed to be supportive, so why are you trying to stop me from being happy? Aren’t you supposed to love people close to you unconditionally and be there for them during the hardest parts of their life? Because telling you was the hardest thing I have ever done.
Yet you only live to see my success, and the moment I let you down, fall below your expectations, I become the disappointment. I become the one who had it all and let it fall to the floor, well thanks for nothing I guess. I only ever lived to waste your time and money, what a wonderful person am I, right? You did give me something though, you gave me a shitty view on the world and self hatred. Thanks for ruining my mental health and any sense of stability I had, if I ever had any to begin with. Love you mom, love you dad.
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