Portrait pt 1

a portrait in black and white the mother and child are just alike she tells me everyday but not in words she truly wants to say how im nothing like she wanted me to be that im some disappointment she rather there not be i see it everytime she looks at me that im becoming more and more distance from her that i was nothing like her but i have more of her character than she can ever believe because she hides what she truly like behind closed doors she shows her true colors only to the ones she should always love and adore i believed for a while it was my fault i was to blame for the reason she was filled with so much pain cause i was a reason she stayed so i learned from her to hide my thoughts my pain the only way to show how i feel was to denied and lie show that i was fine on the outside but cry and die inside i only know how to scream and shout when i cant make anything else right im more like her then she can see makes so much sense why she doesnt approve of me but she doesnt know how im suffering so much with me