Teach Me Mother Who I Should Be Poem by Stella Andrews

i dont like the way you stare
when you look at people.
it makes me feel uncomfortable
to the point i cant
look at you.

I dont like the way you are
lazy wherever you go.
It makes me feel angry
to the point i cant
stand you.

i dont like the way you act
as if you have too much to do.
It makes me feel confused
to the point i wonder how
i came from you.

i dont like how its too late
for you to begin to change.
It makes me feel selfish
to the point that i pity
you. my mother.