"Mom"
Sometimes I'm angry and can't stand your ways;It seems all we've been doing is fighting these days.
You don't understand me, I can't figure you out;
We can't even talk unless we scream and shout.
Why is it we have grown so far apart;
When I think of it all it crushes my heart.
We're not living up to the standards we have set;
For mother and daughter we're not quite there yet.
I want you to know that I love you the most;
and wish we could get along like most other folks.
Im willing to try to make things go right;
And Mom, I still think you're out of sight.
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