what hurts the most

what hurts the most is my mother..
my dear dear mother, for she dosent exept me.

she despises my kind.

she wants me of this site,
away from gothic freaks.
but what she dosent understand is im her daughter,
as long as im happy why dose it matter what i am?

what hurts the most is
she dosent exept me.
she dosent exept my poetry,
she dosent exeptt my room nor my music.

i just want her to understand..
this is not a phase, its a reality,
my reality!!

i wish to be exepted.
that is all i want.

that is what hurts the most!!
my mother,
i want to wrap my gothic arms around her ,
but she pushes me away
why?
why?
why?

i just want her love,
that is what hurts the most..
the fact ill never get it

i cry
i cry
i cry

that is what hurts the most

im done trying..
this poem goes to all the unexepted.
leave a comment if you argree.
we should all come together like one jigantic fucking family..
so the qustion is..
are you sic of unexeptrence?
what it to all go away?
ready to be loved,
cared for..
appercieated?