but you don't understand that.

you never took the time to ask me how i felt.

even if you did, i wouldn't have told you.

because every time i spoke my mind with you, i was pushed away or rejected for staying true to myself.

so what does it matter, right?

tell me, why should i come back to living with you, ma?

i'm not refusing to come back because i hate you.

i don't.

but let's face it, we're better off without each other.