i cant stand to see it anywhere.

i wont draw with it, i wont dress with it, i cant stand it.

it just reminds me of you.

of your stupid face.

of how you always use being my mother as an excuse to violate my boundaries and identity as an entirety.

you said it yourself. that i was an accident. you only had kids to have purpose. because you were fucking sv!c!dal. so you didnt kill yourself.

you use me for chores, for labour. you use me as an example, to show how good of a mother you are. you yelled at me for not wanting to wear a dress, for slitting my wrists, for not liking myself, when youre the reason why.

you wrote 'fat' on my nametag. you misgender me knowing im not just her. you misname me knowing im not ******. thats not me. thats not me. you js want me to be like you.

im not you. im not a girl. im not ******. im not your child. im not your child. im not your personal servant. im not your good example. im not your object. im not your property. im not yours. i belong to nobody but myself.