Mother

I hate you.
But I love you.
You are my mother.
And you always will be
But I truly  do hate you.
You have kept me lock up in a house for three years.
Yes I do go out, have a phone and laptop.
But I do not have friends really.
You took me out of school.
You let me plan some then two days before make me cancel on it.
Or better yet make my life hell the day of it and after.
You wonder why I am like I am?
It's because am depressed.
Yes you buy me the pills.
But I won't take them.
I refuse.
I am done with this mom.
I am finished with all the shit you put me threw.
You are making my life hell.