You tell me I've changed as if I didn't know, and
You say it as if it were a bad thing.
I know I'm not the little girl that you dreamed of, And I'm sorry to have disappointed you, but
I can't go back and correct my past.
This is who I am right now, and
I'm surprised you thought I'd turn out different.
I'm still discovering myself, and
I'm still pushing foward when I want to give up.
I hope you're proud of me so far.
I always try my hardest, because
I want to be known and I want to be wanted.
You're my mother and I'll always love you.
The only thing I ask for is love in return.

This is a poem I wrote for my mother although she has never seen it and she probably never will.

~Morgan Wojtkowski~