To mom

I will never be
How you see me.
The way my life I live
You'll never forgive.
In me you'll never find
Your copy, same mind
Who follows your steps
The more the heart expects
The less it has.
The more you protect,
The more I protest.

For what I become,
Thanks, mom.
So stop attempts,
And get it off your chest,
I'll never fit your strict request.