I needed you

the moment I existed.

The very first person I see,

once I came into this world.

you knew the moment you saw me

that I was the child you wanted.

But I wasn't the child you dreamt of

I'm someone who made you sob,

and yet someone you still love.

I'm someone you found troubling,

and yet you cry everytime

I start belittling myself.

You wished I wasn't your child,

that i made you unhappy

and yet you still smiled,

everytime I say something funny,

your laugh as sweet as honey.

Your love made me melt,

but your anger that I felt

was heavier than your

reassurance alone,

that sometimes I feel like

i'd get disown

but then you laugh,

and then I ease

but then you're furious,

and then i'm hideous.

do you love me or do you not?

do I feel like I won the lottery,

or do I feel like I got shot?

- mommy issues

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A/N: third & possibly last part of my poem series