Mom, why don't you love me?

Mom why do you treat me different?

I’m so confused,

I’m the one that helps you

Not to say I’m self entitled to your love but rather genuinely confused

. . . and hurt

You yelled at me for not cleaning right, but look around . . .

Mom I’m the only one that’s here

I help you every morning and every night

. . . they never help . . .

I asked you this morning for a reason

You said you were confused

“I love you all equally” you said

But those words just aren’t true

Unlike them . . .

I don’t have a phone, and I don’t have a TV

I don’t have my own sole room, neither your affection

I don’t ask for money, neither do I keep it

Birthday money from my cousins are yours to keep I don’t mind

Tell me you’ll pay me back but I never ask for it back, it’s fine

Once again, I don’t mind

But this just proves my love, where’s yours?

Mom I’m so confused and hurt