By Sandra   

I haven't spoken to her in two days.
But I hear her voice loud and clear in my head
Telling me how hard it is to love me.

How she wishes she had never adopted me.

She gave up on me years ago,
I kept giving her chances
She'd love me.

I spend my time seeking her approval.
Trying to persuade her to believe

I am not a mistake.

I'm a victim of rape.
I'm the result.

But I was not a mistake.

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My mother has abused me emotionally and physically. I am done with her. I'm done not standing up for myself.