When I was younger, Momma told me, “Just because I love you doesn’t mean I have to like you.”
Sometimes I think I know her (me), fully.
Still, there are variations of me others see and loathe.
I could have sworn I scrubbed those clean.
“I love you” (miserable, useless, lazy, disappointing, bitch)
I thought I was getting better,
but “better” never ends, apparently.