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My relationship with my mother is very strange. One moment I'm the best daughter in the world, the next I should be banished to hell. I have very little trust for her anymore, and I'm really sick of all the crap she puts my siblings and I through. I know she's somewhat emotionally ill, but isn't she supposed to be our caretaker?

I'm not really sure anymore. 

This is a venting poem, as you can see. Please bear with me. I'll be sure to write a few optimistic pieces in the future, but until then, this shall be all. 

Hugs and love to you guys.