Maybe three conversations in the past three months, as a mother you really suck.
You play it as you're a fucking queen but trash is all you'll ever be.
You're as fake as they come, playing victim until everybody runs.
Nobody can love you, nobody can save you.
How are you that fucking dumb?
I tried to fight for you, clear your name.
I hoped you got better, but it's always the same.
You say you love me, you say you're here.
You act like " Mommy of the fucking year"!
You're not somebody I can stand to be around.
How many times have you left me?
How many times did you kick me out?
Hell, I’m not even grown!
You even called the law on me, for leaving like you told me to.
Even packed my bags, but then have to audacity say "I didn't kick you out".
On my birthday you used me as a pawn.
Said you were with me, but you were really gone.
You choose your men and your drugs every time.
How's that for mommy of the year?
People see right through you.
This is how it is loving a user.
It brings your world to a stop.
Do you have any idea how hard it is?
Do you realize you missed out on raising two of your kids not matter how many chances you were give?
You chose your favorite, chose your path.
You left me behind.
I have every reason to hate you.
But I know that with all this anger,
it means I still care inside.
I don't want to, though.
You're exactly what I never want to be.
Have fun being mommy of the year.