I shouldn't feel sick

Everytime I think about you

I shouldn't vomit

Everytime you text me

I shouldn't have to hide 

Who I really am from you

I shouldn't have to sneak around

And worry about what you'd say

I shouldn't have a panic attack

At the idea of seeing you

I shouldn't have to deal with this

You're my mother

Why do you do this?

You say you love me

And I know you think you do

But if you can't accept me

And the decisions I'm making

Do you really love me?

Or the person you want me to be?