I feel that.
I don't know what to feel.
Hate.
Love?
I want Him to tell me.

She glares at me with utter disgust in her eyes,
yet those same eyes can appear so gentle and maybe wise.
She deams me stupid,
an ignorant child.
Still she lays down in front of me,
what precious stones!
She threatens and makes my blood boil,
and now i have been jailed.
For no wrong doings,
just having no rights of what to say and what not to say.
These different people of the same body,
which one is it really?
I want Him to choose.
Her face is unknown to me.

I want to fly.

I want to be me.

And i want MY mummy.