I try to tell myself the truth
the way its supposed to be
its never really that;
the truth

My mother enjoys playing my life story
out in front of my eyes
telling me how
it should
or how its going to be
if I don't start becoming Ambitious

My dreams becoming shadows that linger
I tell myself that I will be different
It just takes time that my mother doesn't have
I know that she wants better than the TV dinners,
and community college life that she had when she was younger

She says I am selfish...
I choke by my feelings a look at the floor
She says that every time she gives me this speech
I have learned to listen to them though
I replay the truth in my head...

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