I’m disaponted in you.

I was apppontied to a posion in your life that I am now stuck in, stuck deep in the holes of your lies, intake, your mistakes; that I am being blamed for;

but you see, I am not mad. Not about the drugs you did behind my back no. Not mad for having to raise my two infant sisters because you wouldn’t. I am not mad for the fowell words you spewed in my face or, the $70 you stole from me.

I am not upset about the hrassment I took from your ex after you stole thousands of dollars from him and, his kids.

I am not mad, no.  Because I am chanded to the love that I forces myself to have for you. What good does it do me to be mad at you, it would make me just as bad as you are. when you die because of your bad habbits, I want you to know that I loved you and held no restment torward you till your last breath.

Mabye one day, you’ll find peace in that, because I still love you mom.