for my mother.

I'm appreciative for all that you do for me. I truly am. I am grateful for the roof that you put over my head and the materials that you provide. I am positive that I am better off than a lot of people that I know.

You claim to do it out of love.
Am I questioning whether you "love" me or not? No. I am merely stating a fact.

If purchasing iPhones and MacBooks qualifies as a way of showing true love, then take them back.
Take away my possessions that you've so kindly given me.
Take away  the electronics and excess clothing.
I will hand them over in a heartbeat in exchange for a mere moment of your time.

A moment in which you will listen to me.
A second to explain myself.
A time where you will set your judgements and assumptions aside in order to truly attempt to understand what I am going through.

Its complicated, yes. Do I expect you to be able to relate and give me answers for unexplainable situations? No.
All I ask is a moment to tell you:
That I'm not as "lost" and "broken" as you think I am.
That I am capable of having relationships with others.
That I am taking on more responsibilities and can make my own decisions.

While all of that is incredibly true, I would also like to tell you that on some level, I am not okay. That I still suffer from nightmares and am afraid to fall asleep most nights.
That although I haven't truly dealt with the obstacles and traumas that I've been given, it doesn't mean that you have to. I want you to know that I don't need you to fix things for me - because you can't.  

I just need you to sit back and let me live my own life.